It’s early for mountain biking, but I still should have started in on road work a month or more ago. I took the bike out for a first of the year spin and my legs were barking before I got more than a mile from home
I pushed through, made it off the pavement and paths, and started up one of my favorite (albeit brutal) climbs. And how far did I get? About 200 yards. That’s when I hit the ice. And the next corner was worse. A week or two away, I declared.
Today, maybe it’s another trail, this one hopefully
ice-free. Just letting you know that around Missoula, Montana, it’s about to crank but it’s not quite there yet. —GT