You know a few things I like about touring this time of year: Hot coffee, rolling over frozen mud and that unnerving and tingly feeling of riding across frozen ponds. I admit the chill has had me spending a bit more time chatting with folks at crossroad general stores and local coffee shops than usual.When I say chatting its more like explaining my winter audacity and expounding the conundrum of the "Mad Max" bike. The days are short and so are my daily distances but I'm ok with that. I have really just enjoyed this cannonball back into the relaxing and chill life of riding, exploring and just seeing the sights.
|The ice gauntlet|
|A young tick impressionist|
I dig the fat tires for opening me up to previously unridable snowy terrain. And now that I have fallen into the rhythm of this new bike and found my pace with these massive ground eaters. I appreciate the slower pace and the not holding back on going as rugged as I can for fear of destroying my rig.
|Melody and her awesome and eclectic B&B. Thanx for hooking up the cyclist discount on a night dropping well into the negative degrees.|
|It felt like spring time back in The Hudson Valley.|