Yesterday, I rode in the cold (very cold), in the wind (very windy) on gravel, on fatbikes, in DeKalb, Illinois. How cold was it?
Cold enough that Lenny, normally known for his Ice-Man cool tendencies, was actually an Ice-Man.
Nevdal started the ride clean-shaven, and spontaneously sprouted a beard to ward off the cold.
And BPaul was…BPaul.
Today, I rode 33 miles in 70 degree temps, with a gentle canyon breeze, on a brandy-spankin’ new Madone, in Solvang, CA. More on that to come.