It was warm enough, the bike paths were probably dry enough...there's plenty of time to ride the trainer when it is really messed up for riding anything. It's coming, it always does. When it's zero and the snow is blowing sideways I can always go to my basement, watch a rerun of "Sliders" and put on the miles...indoors. Though riding a bike indoors is just wrong.
I parked in Morrison again, rode the bike path up to check out Green Mountain. Last time I expected mud, was surprised it was dry. Today I expected mud and wasn't surprised it was a soupy mess. Two words: not ready.
As I was pedaling I thought back just a few months...Moab...Burro Down. This is the time of year I start daydreaming of spring and Moab again. Instead of bike paths.
I parked in Morrison again, rode the bike path up to check out Green Mountain. Last time I expected mud, was surprised it was dry. Today I expected mud and wasn't surprised it was a soupy mess. Two words: not ready.
As I was pedaling I thought back just a few months...Moab...Burro Down. This is the time of year I start daydreaming of spring and Moab again. Instead of bike paths.