Dear Harry Hannukah:

I know Hannukah isn't for another month, but if you could be so kind as to bring my gift early this year. I would like to have my old legs back, the ones that rode fast. And while I'm at it, my old arms too, the ones that handled the turns better and didn't turn to jello. I promise to return them after the last 'cross race for the season, For Schnuckus! Thanks Harry!