Yesterday the temperature was in the mid-thirties and the sun was brilliant. Does this even count as winter riding? After forty-five minutes on the road I had to take my gloves off and open up my jersey to cool down.
Slow-paced, easy riding is the name of the game this time of year and it felt perfect yesterday. Previously unridden roads lured me down their winding ways and I felt I was flying across the asphalt, soaking up the winter sunshine that splashed off frozen lakes. I wish I’d known their names.
I think if I could take people with me on days like that, I’d create lifelong cyclists. Wandering the backroads that wound through the pines was the highlight of my month.
Here’s to many more days of ice-free roads.
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