Captain Slow

That, right there, is my new nickname. You see, I've been riding the Hardrock and it's not fast, in fact, it's slow. It's heavy, has big gigantic (new) knobbies, and due to a cheap seatpost collar, I'm constantly too low on the saddle. Then there is ice and snow, which I'm still not really sure on, so it compounds the slowness. It's so slow, in fact, that after riding it for a couple days and getting on the LHT - still clad with Marathon Crosses - the LHT feels kind of like what it feels to get in a Mustang after driving my F-150. That is to say, it's way slow.

But it's also way stupid fun.

I should have just emphasized stupid, but I guess way and fun contribute to the stupid, or vice versa. Whatever way you say it, it's still fun, and lots of it. It's slow, but I roll over everything, and with a lot of confidence. This morning the ride in was 18 degrees, the snow and ice was still in places where the sun didn't touch yesterday, but there was nary a tire slip or a "OHCRAPTHAT'SMYLUNCH" moment. In fact, I had fun. FUN.

You know, I got to work with a smile on my face, a shade under an hour and 10.5 miles (yeah, captain slow) working with 19 degrees and a nice little head/side wind. This winter stuff ain't so bad, once you actually get going. And if, of course, I leave the bike computer off. :)

Mileage-wise I'm low this week, had a bit of a head cold crop up tuesday afternoon, so I drove home tuesday and drove in wednesday. Hoping to come close so I don't have to "make up" the rest of the month, but it's goona be close.

Anyway, it's never too cold to ride your bike.