Don't get me wrong - I'm on record in multiple posts wishing, longing, praying for snow. No need to remind me. But it was the light, fluffy idealistic kind that I was dreaming about. Not this real shit.
In the course of the last coupla days, I've been slapped around a bit and forced to deal with reality. I've hit the deck more than once. I have impressive bruises to show for it in places that you don't want me to photograph. Now I remember.
But it's not a bad thing, where my head has adjusted to - it's just where it must be: Stud season is here. I accept it: Freeze, thaw, freeze, thaw. Meh. As of tonight I'm back to sporting carbide.
And also, in the never ending internal conflict of platforms vs clipless, my pendulum has swung way to the platform side over the last 3 days, after falling over on the fatbike a coupla times. Which I attribute to not being able to get clipped in or out fast enough. Fair or not, I'm rolling with that excuse. So platforms it is on all my bikes for now and ever more! Or until I change my mind.
Now that I am fully committed to flats, I needed boots with a stiff sole. Cheap bastard that I am, they couldn't cost an arm and a leg. Fortunately, they were on sale.
So this is now the sum of my bike plan about how to get through the rest of this winter.
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It would appear that some kind of adventure must certainly lie in store.