|High fashion on a Montana Thanksgiving. Please note Sam's awesome alpaca coat (far R).|
10 a.m. Snow-packed Bozeman streets. Me, biking. Magnificent.
I didn't really expect to be pedaling behind four guys in 8 degree weather on Thanksgiving Day, but there I was, hoping I could keep up on what was billed as a leisurely ride on downtown streets and trails. An hour or so later, I was home with numb toes, chattering on to Hot Husband and house guests about how amazing it was to get out and ride that morning.
Winter came slamming in after a glorious fall this year, and I hadn't gotten my courage up to try biking the roads, even though HH put my (OK, his) studded snow tires on my bike. Sam's invitation to get out for the third annual ThanksCrank ride was perfect. I'd get out of the house, get some exercise and have a perfect excuse to get over my reluctance to bike in snow again.
It was a great reminder to just get out and try. I got to talk to smart bike people and watched how they handle winter riding. I saw two Xtracycle FreeRadicals in action, and I'm pretty much sold. I rode in places that I probably would have assumed were beyond my skill level. I did a test run of my winter layering system.
Best of all, I was inspired to get out for a winter ride more often. The rush I got from generating my own heat on a freezing day was exhilarating. No other word for it.
I think Dottie from the fantastic blog Let's Go Ride a Bike said it best.
" . . . Everything about riding in the winter makes me feel alive in a way that sweating during the summer does not."
Please forgive the shoddy pics. My regular camera refused to work in the cold, and I had to resort to my camera phone.