Now that the ass bruise from my close encounter of the vehicular kind has subsided into a hazy interpretation of Picasso's Guernica, it's time to move on to other things. Mostly riding bikes and tipping back warm beverages. Yes, it's that time of year when the single-speeders of the greater Minneapolis area migrate out onto a local lake and do stupid things for pride and the entertainment of lookers on. You guessed it - it's time for the Snowball's Chance in Hell Formula Ice Race and Snowy Dash for Cold Hard Cash. This time-honored tradition was started some 9 (or…