I want to move to the mountains again. Was there for 4 years in the 90s and I loved it except for the long commute. The older I get the less tolerant I am of other people.
Today I went on a long club ride through several beach cities, chasing some fast people until my front shifter cable broke, allowing me some extended spin practice back to my car. I was cut off, buzzed by a speeding idiot, screamed at by some punk-asses in a convertible, etc.
I like staying in the local hills and avoiding hordes of *******s. I am jealous of Gary moving to the mountains. I hate people sometimes.