Thanks to my bat-shit-crazy buddy Dave, who organized, and my other bat-shit-crazy-buddy Dan, who threw down, there was a 3-strong fatbike ride tonight on the super sweet trails at Palisades.
"Super sweet?", you may ask, when it was icy as hell on all the streets, sidewalks and parking lots of the spo-lowlands. Yes, in a word. I was afraid the trails would be all slicknasty, but the little bit of snow that fell last night was all intact and just this lovely soft, tacky blanket over the harsh, post-holed, frozen, worn-in singletrack trails, and there are some sections that are all bermy and fatbike flowey and honestly, rad. So yeah, super sweet.
I feel so happy and so lucky to have a fatbike at this 5 minutes. And just plain old so happy.
4 comments:
I'm jealous of your snow and cold. It was 70 degrees F here yesterday. That's very wrong.
You throw down when I'd be throwing up! Your fitness project seems to be paying off?
Wrong indeed, Andy, but you brought it on yourself. And I don't think you need me to tell you that.
Anon, there was a little bit of throwing up, but I kept it in my mouth, so it doesn't count. But to be serious for just one second, yes, the fitness project is paying off handsomely.
True, true. The rites of fatbike new owner initiation. Hopefully no one around here gets one this year.
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