When the winter cold bites, bite back.
In an all-girl delinquent biker gang, Ryan and I ride or die (while obeying all traffic laws).
I struggled with how exactly I wanted to talk about the recent events in France. Sometimes I feel blogs like mine serve as some small relief from politics, war, and strife, and that I have a responsibility not to break that wall.
The Radavist expressed the sentiments I feel with a simple message of peace. Since Kelley’s bike is as nineties as it gets, I wanted to extend the same image, in solidarity.
Thanks, John. Keep Riding.
[tired fatbike pun]
Photo set from my Veteran’s Day ride!
I can put down the wrench any time I want to, honest!
Someone smarter than me said it:
Two mountain bikers are powering up a steep, technical hill. The one with flat pedals steps too shallow, flipping the pedal into his shin and crashing. He’s lying on the ground, rolling in pain.
The clipless rider powers right past him, securely attached to his pedals. He gets to the steepest section, stalls, tips over, and rolls down the hill. He’s lying on the ground, rolling in pain.