The good times are killing me.

Someone clever said "Sometimes it takes a whole tankful of gas in order to get your head straight." This weekend I gassed up 3 times.

For what it's worth, I really did start to feel better after about 100 miles. The bike was running strong (or my wrist was spring-loaded...), and the weather was gorgeous. It'd be hard not to feel good after that.

Anyways, not much else to say tonight. Hopefully I'll be able to post a little more regularly this week.