Forgive me, father, for I have sinned. It’s been a month since my last bike ride, and to be honest (can’t fake you out, big guy!) that last one was just a recreational holiday jaunt.

But meet me halfway! Throw me a little bone of an Indian summer, would you? I can’t drag the kids around in this freezing wind! Yeah, I know, I know. . . there’s no such thing as cold weather, only improper dress. Mea culpa.

The worst part about this winter slump is it’s taking away my self-satisfied superiority and righteous indignation at the motoring public, for I am becoming what I despise. I am driving almost every day. Once I even (gasp!) left the car running while my wife ran into a store.

I am deeply ashamed, and can only promise to renew my crusade (or jihad, for those of you in the other camp of Abraham’s folly) with a vengeance.

Vengeance is mine, sayeth the cyclist.