You know the fantastic ones I was eulogising over in the last post? That never really happen. Well one just did.
Two hours of superb riding with grip levels switching between “lots” and “none at all, no really nothing“. Playing about in deepish white stuff until each foot was nothing more than one big frozen toe. And then racing home through a half pipe of still fresh snow, entered by a decent drop that was then an almost stop as your wheel hit a deep compacted wall of white.
Still on the bike allows you to ride up and down the sides in the deepest snow, trying to do lots of quite complex ‘staying on the bike stuff’, but being brilliantly distracted by the long rooster tails of snow kicking off Tim’s tyres.
Then when you think it’s over, the easy switchbacks to home have been hard iced and there is nothing you can do but hold and hope. Brakes, feet, praying to a local deity – none of this helps as the faintest twitch of the bars sends the wheel sideways and over a not insignificant drop.
It’s not often I’ve thought “well I’m glad that descent is over” but today was certainly one of these days, and I was even happy to find a bit of mud at lower altitudes. Never before have I been riding on narrow, off camber muddy trails thinking “shit, this is ace – loads and loads of lovely grip”.
Best ride of the year by miles. First proper snowy ones for a very long time. Snow is good, bikes are great – snow and bikes are just the most fun you can have outside in the winter.
4 thoughts on “Oh one of THOSE winter rides.”
I had an ace snow ride yesterday, it was cold, tiring and my toes went purple.
But it was fecking awesome!
Living in Iceland I hate riding in the snow. Ok its fun the first time but it gets old quickly.
Try going to work in the morning, its still dark and cold and you have no grip whatsoever on the front wheel – its a pain in the arse. Then it starts melting and you have the slush and ice crap everwhere… screw the snow.
I’m starting to think like that as well. Looks ace, sort of fun for a bit, starts to become quite a trudge. Nice for proper mountains, not so good for low lying Atlantic islands!
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