No, not Christmas. Global Fat Bike Day. It seems impossible that it's been a year since a few of us locals participated in the inaugural edition.
This year's version had a way different flavor and is already just as memorable. I got up at 5:00 am and looked at the thermometer, which said 2 degrees F. By 10:00 am it had soared to 7. By ride time at noon, I'm guessing it was in the 10-15 range.
8 brave bastards on fat tires and 3 brave bastards on skinnies showed up and threw down.
There was no snow, just bitchin' cold air. And low-angle sunshine. And an ungulate sighting, of course.
We rode for somewhere between 1 and 9 hours, as legend will heretofore have it, after which we retired to one or more establishments to replenish our deficient malt levels (Dan's characterization, not mine.)
Anyway, I really dig hanging out with fatbikers - they seem to be a fine bunch. And the ride today was flat out killer. You never know what you are going to get this time of year, but this one just came together and rocked it. Thanks to everyone who came out. Can't wait for next year's edition, already.