Rode into the small farming town of Farley Iowa. Men in spandex pants, Neon bright jackets and funny shoes are peculiar to those folks.
Ice sickles and bicycles.
My bike was playing hide and go seek with me.
Pedaling on the snow.
Somewhere out there.
Rode from 9:00 in the morning to 5:00 p.m. Feel zonked now, but is a good feeling. Probably averaged only 8 mph, snow and ice sliding around. I followed a set bike tracks for 20 miles on a snow mobile trail. Wanted to see who it was. Who ever it was was hauling butt, with only about a 38 CC tire. Could see many places where tires were sliding out. Never did see the owner of those tracks.
Was 33 degrees F the entire trip. Started out cold, got warm, then chilled again towards the end.
Rides like this really burn up the energy, makes eating even more fun afterwards. My plan was to trash my legs today, with no riding the next two days being I will be up in St Paul chill'n with the baby grandson Sir Cole and family.
Well thanks for stopping in, hope you had fun today too.