as the muscles in your legs begin to shrivel and atrophy, the cold layer of frost on your top tube is thawing…the dark anguish of short days and too many layers is near its demise.
and it’s about god damn time.
i don’t know about you, but i’m over this winter ish. now don’t get me wrong…i’ve been riding pretty much every day this cold hard season has thrown at me, but in the past week i find myself looking forward to going out and riding. i think that somewhere between the 3rd and 4th layers is where a cyclists’ motivation hibernates though the winter. mine crawled out of its inside pocket this weekend and it seems that it wasn’t alone. yesterday on the bosque was busier than the sidewalks around the unm duckpond on the first day of classes, literally hundreds of riders (and that’s just the ones my old, slow ass passed).
polo update: yes, 6 brave souls spent the day in santa fe playing it champion style.
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