It’s been a strange ten days for this bike rider. Allow me to provide a recap:
- There was the freezing rain of Dec. 18 followed by the embarrassing bike crash of December 19.
- There was the nice weather and the cycling rebound on December 20th, during the middle of which most of my aches and pains miraculously went away.
- There was the surprisingly warm, but rainy, bike ride on the morning of December 23rd, followed closely by . . .
- . . . the blizzardy bike ride in the afternoon of December 23rd.
- There was the post-blizzard, unplowed snow, and sub-zero temperatures that prevented me from riding my bike on December 24th.
- There was the messy, deeply-rutted snow that made me say “no way” on December 25, 26 & 27.
- In addition to the above excuses, I had to say my final good-bye to my loyal Trek mountain bike on December 26. It served me well for something like 25 years, but it’s down to a three-gear range in the middle cassette, only one working chainring, and only the rear brake. I feel like I should bury it in my back yard or something. It deserves that kind of respect.
- There was the shame in my longest stretch of non-riding days since February.
For better or worse, I’m back today — writing about another bike ride. The Reckless Mr. Bing Bong is my new “#1 snow bike.” He’ll do for now, but we’ll get into that at a later date.
For now, let’s concentrate on the subject of this post — MOUNTAINS OF SNOW! I saw a number of such great mountains when I drove The Feeshko to her final physical therapy appointment. (Remember? She had knee surgery.) I could not wait to go back and take some pictures of them while riding my bike.
I wish all Cycle365-ers a Happy, Covid-Free, Post-Trump New Year!