I’m a bad friend sometimes. Bruce had suggested we get in one last mountain bike ride before the big snow storm, the one swirling outside my window as I type. I said I was in. That was in the morning.
I’m a bad friend because I’m a writer, and that means my schedule is mine. I don’t have a lot of mandatory meetings or demanding clients. And so if I want to ride at noon on Wednesday I can. That makes me the sort of guy who doesn’t want to wait for other people to “work” until 5, the kind of guy who forgets to charge his lights, and the kind who texts the crew at 4:45 that he’s out, not riding, not up to it.
In my defense, I have spent the best part of 2020 dealing with a broken collarbone and then a frozen shoulder. I am only just back to riding, and the prospect of going over the bars in the cold and dark makes me think twice, thrice, even four times before suiting up for fun. I’m not risk averse, but I’m also not anxious to get back into physical therapy.
And I can ride bikes at noon.
Soon we’ll put the studded tires on our bikes and be back to business. I missed what might have been the last dry ground ride for the next few months, but there is more to come. There is always more to come.
I have a trainer, and I have a basement, but I’m not a Zwifter or a Wahoo or a devotee of any of the other digital options. I prefer to ride outside, even when it hurts, and if I do opt for the trainer, I put inadvisedly loud music in the headphones and drape a towel over my head, so I can suffer the old fashioned way.
This weeks TCI Friday asks, how does your riding change when the “winter” comes? I put winter in quotes there, because not everyone gets the classic snow, ice and cold scenario. That doesn’t mean the season isn’t different though. So how does your riding change, and have you made that switchover yet?