This year I just can't seem to shake this stinking Abominable Snowman theme. Wonder why. As I prepare for tomorrow and Thursday's frigid and icy experiences, and no I'm not talking about when you were married, crazy ideas for new and strange warming devices, like delivery pizza chest warmers, pouring hot grazy in my boots, and other accoutrements, like studded tires made out of ice-picks and barbed wire, all start coming to mind. It's like this winter riding thing has turned my brain into some kind of weird laboratory run by a mad scientist that looks a lot like Peter Cushing. So if I see Peter Cushing in the parking lot tomorrow night, drinking beer, riding around on a winter Frankenbike made out of parts from a Surly Long Haul Trucker, a Klein MTB and a Cervelo TT Bike, I'll know the end is near. Also rumor has MC Hammer will be in the house Thursday, if by house you mean a dark dirt road covered with ice.