What do I want for Christmas?
That’s easy. World peace.
And then, I would really, really like a fatbike. One like this:
A few weeks ago, while I was shouldering my mud-clogged mountain bike over a particularly muddy section of trail, a dude came rolling by on one of these. It seemed as if he were floating on air. Man, it would be fun to ride through the winter, through the snow and crud and mud, on one of these.
Just saying the word is fun: fatbike. Saying the phrase is fun, too: I’d like a fatbike. (Dig the rhyme?)
Time to start saving my pennies, maybe for next Christmas.
Speaking of winter, and the recent (non-happening) apocalypse, here’s a short, classic poem by Robert Frost.
FIRE AND ICE
Some say the world will end in fire,Some say in ice.From what I’ve tasted of desireI hold with those who favor fire.But if it had to perish twice,I think I know enough of hateTo say that for destruction iceIs also greatAnd would suffice.
Have a happy, safe, and wonderfully warm Christmas, everyone. Even if you’re out in the cold, on your fatbike.