March. It's a month and a word defining movement. March also tells us that spring is coming and so are the people. Gone are the sleepy winter days in our little hamlet of Moab where you can cross the street without so much as looking. The rise in the mercury seems to have a direct correlation with the amount of cars rolling into town. And a majority of those cars have bikes on the roof as well as frostbitten Cool-oradan's, itching to pedal in the warm desert sun.