HAPPY GROUND HOGS' DAY.
Been riding and such. Seems the more I can get out on my bike and ride countryside the less anything else worries me. Makes no sense I suppose, but it doesn't have to.
We got a good dumping of snow this week, some of the trails I rode today were covered with virgin snow, I found myself pushing my bike for a couple of miles in some places.
Pedaled through this section, was slow going at around 4 mph. Plowing and sliding through the snow. Two critters came this way before me but I was the first human being.
Riding last weekend it started to rain and it started to freeze. I was riding on gravel and about 14 miles out my wheels started to slide side to side dangerously. My biggest fear of crashing down hard on frozen ground is breaking body parts that will keep me off the bike. I was thinking this is getting too dangerous, time to turn around and call today's ride over. So I did. The problem was everything had turned to glazed ice. There were some times that I had to get off the bike and shuffle my feet forward and use the bike to help hold me up. Slowly making it home, home sweet home, with out any broken body parts.