Test rider

I  spent close to an hour this past weekend trying to calibrate the two digital thermometers I have at home.  Today I was rewarded for my effort as both units displayed the same temperature...  7 degrees Fahrenheit.  Add a slight breeze and we are close to zero.  Tomorrow I am going to a snowmobile snocross race with J in Burke Mountain VT.  I think it is safe to say that winter is upon us and it is only a matter of time till we get our first significant snowfall.

The other day I was telling D that I have no memories of celebrating Christmas during my childhood.  I do recall one Christmas morning where my primary concern was attempting a test ride of my little bmx bike that I had spent many, many hours repairing.  We were not a family of means, so I had to build all my bikes from parts that I scrounged or purchased with my paper route money.  This particular Christmas Eve, we received eighteen inches of snow, so my parents would not let me ride my bike on the freshly plowed roads.  With great anticipation I pushed and pulled it through snowdrifts and plow banks, over to the local synagogue parking lot, located a couple of blocks from our house  Using a trash barrel, I cleared a short little track for my test ride.  The bike worked well and that is what I remember about Christmas that year.