Pete. Chuck Taylors and sunshine, Ray Bans and warm air. Perfect.
So don't give me that old bollocks about how you love the seasons: watching the leaves turn then drop; waking to that muffled silence that tells you the first snow has fallen; waiting for the spring flowers to push their way through the frost.
I don't want seasons. I want sunshine, every day. All year round.
I had that, pretty much, in Australia. In the ten years we lived there, NSW was officially 'in drought'. Ideal in biking terms. (Obviously slightly less ideal in population sustainability terms.)
Still can't get used to the descent into four or five months of freezing, wet – and soon to be snow-covered – misery here.
I need to get to LA or Sydney, fast.