November is done and finding time to
ride is going to get harder.
The commute now becomes a game of
layers and what is falling from the sky and what is on
the ground.
Today was the first day that I got to feel the white
stuff on my face all be it that it wasn't much.
Trying to decide what was a dry patch and what was ice
is a true mental game. Still not as bad as coming down the
cut on my road bike the other day that was tricky.
So here is to December and the return of the light and
fast wheels turning in the cold.