Winter rides, how we learn to love them. Awake before the birds and well before sunrise, pull on layer after layer of clothing (all carefully laid out the night before) then out the door. Friends think you’re mad and maybe you are. Why on earth would anyone want to cycle at this hour and in these conditions? Why do we do it?
Check the weather one last time. Rain? Wind? Chill to the bone temps? It’s all irelevent as long as there’s no black ice. Today we ride. Solo or with a group we clock up the miles. Besides, the coffee tastes better when it’s earned through hard winter mileage.
It’s out with the winter steed too. Laden with mudguards and lights it’s certainly no feather weight. Don’t forget those dependable winter tyres too. No matter, it just adds to the training that’ll make us stronger come spring time. Pure workhorse. There’ll be no summer speed machine today.
We all yearn for another ride on that slick summer beauty. Mine is currently bolted to the turbo, tempting me to hop aboard and endure another drenched-in-sweat interval session rather than hitting the road.
A call that must be answered.
After all, I am a road cyclist…