Did anybody else get as sick and tired of this past winter as I did? It seemed like every few days would bring more inches of snow, not to mention the below-normal temperatures that had me really bundled up every single time I went out. To me, the sure signs of spring are not the return of the robins, melting of the snow or the first buds on the cherry trees. To me, it's not really spring until I see the first m/w crews out on the track. I believe these crews are the real harbingers of spring, the heralds of the season of renewal on track everywhere.
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