What's next.
How about a bicycle tour around Scandinavia? They don't have any big hills there, do they? Oh. Okay, well ... how about Holland? Right. Too many stoned drivers. So I guess, by your logic, Colorado is the worst of all possible worlds for bike tours. Yeah, well ... Lincoln didn't think that last comment was too funny, and apparently now he's determined to jump back into the past, where (arguably) he belongs ... even though in much of the past, he's dead. So I guess he's saying he'd rather be dead than spend another summer with Big Green. That's just plain sad, you know? I'm sure plenty of less revered ex presidents would be more than glad to spend the summer with us, rather than in some poorly defined version of America's past. But Lincoln does not count himself among that number. So, it looks like pretty soon we'll be going down to the cobweb-choked basement of the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill, our adopted home, and dusting off Trevor James Co...