I've been riding the mountain bike after about a week on my phatbike and it feels so nimble and quick, I'm looking for candlesticks. Speaking of jumping, I love the sound of riding on crusty snow and then getting a few moments of air where everything goes silent. The saddest thing about winter trail commuting is that it is at it's best just before it ends. The trails are fast and fun. The studded tires are earning their keep too. Snow in the forecast for tomorrow so we'll see what happens.
|Another day, another pretty sunrise.|
|I had another bike commuter on the trail with me.|