It’s barely above freezing outside right now (Tuesday evening, 4:30pm). We were going to ride tonight, with 15-20 mph winds. No bid deal. No, the problem is, along with the cold, gusts up to 45 mph.
Folks, that’s a bridge too far.
Trek on the trainer, DVD in the player, Bose surround sound blasting. I’d love to be outside right now… but a cyclist has to know his limitations and 45 mph gusts are well beyond them!
I pounded out 45 minutes with a smile on my face, in the comfort of my living room.
In a few days, maybe only two, we get to the downside of being a cyclist in Michigan… It’s cold, gloomy and it snows a lot. For three months, cycling will be sporadic at best, nonexistent at worst. Such is life in Michigan. On the plus-side of that equation, now is a time to work on the bikes, to take the forks and cranks apart to clean them out and get the steeds ready for the new year. It’s a time for grinding it out on the trainer in preparation of the upcoming season. It’s a time for tallying mileage and reflecting on another wonderful season.
It’s also a time to reflect on how lucky I am to live where I do. Cycling in my town is very much a part of a happy life for a whole host of people. We are lucky enough to have hundreds of miles of relatively quiet, paved roads to ride on. We have our “up north”, where it’s quiet, with roads so suited to cycling it’s hard to put into words – they simply must be ridden to fully comprehend just how special it is (DALMAC is, without question, one of the best ways to experience this).
While this season is over, I have a lot to be grateful for – and even more to look forward to next season.