Well, it’s snowing, anyway. Nothing of back-East proportions, but still, it will affect a fella’s ability and/or desire to ride the ol’ bikey bike.
I just saw Dr. Schenkenstein go running past Chez Dog, and if that cyclo-crossin’ sonofabitch is afoot, it means I’m likely to be riding the trainer today.
In the meantime, while Mister Boo gets into character for another exciting edition of The BooCam®, you can get a glimpse of the first snow of the new year via the Mad Dog Media WeatherCam™.
• Editor’s note: The cam will be offline for a while as I try to hurt myself on a mountain bike in the snow.
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Like you say, we, and that includes us downriver folks in the desert, will be drinking it in June. Let’s have a hand for a big and deep Rocky Mountain snow pack!
And as I side note, half of the Everly Brothers returned to the source. The tight brother harmony is gone, except on recordings.
Snow is our friend here in the high desert, to be sure. Smoking, not so much — and the NYT says the late Mr. Everly was a lifelong puffer. What a shame. Those harmonies were part of my life’s soundtrack.
67 and sunny here today (though really windy). About to go out for a long ride for the afternoon. But the cold is coming our way soon.
Sharon, it was 60-something here yesterday, and I rode the Bootleg Hobo to Whole Paycheck to collect groceries (four panniers, 32 pounds’ worth). Glad I tackled that yesterday.
Today I’m feeling extra stupid, so I might let some of the air out of my old DBR mountain bike’s tires and go play in the snow. Back in the day I’d do it on a cyclo-cross bike, but with 26-inch wheels you don’t have as far to fall.
Had to pick between riding the trainer or making tomato bisque and grilled cheese sammiches. The grilled cheese won.
God I hate my trainer spent a hour on it yesterday now I’m just looking at it.