Spring is coming north, but it’s not here yet. When I can ride without a jacket and tights - in just jersey and shorts - then I know that spring is really here. That’s my first “Real Spring Ride”
Remember last year’s first real spring ride? Birds singing in the fresh air, the sun warms your skin, your body is caressed by the cool breeze that you create with your speed. You feel fit . . . strong . . . fast . . . and almost naked. It’s a very sensual experience. You want to ride forever.
Lets track the coming of spring as it marches up the Northern Hemisphere. After you experience you first “Real Spring Ride” tell us about it in this thread. Let us know where you’re from and tell us about your ride.