They say that confession is good for the soul...
Now I know that we all must take some pride in the fact that we are a pretty hard core bunch to be riding in what most cyclists would consider to be the most extreme conditions and figure that the percentage of cyclist who keep riding when the snow falls might number no more than 1%.
Even the non-cyclists I work with have expressed that they are impressed that I just keep rolling no matter what mother nature throws at us and I can't wait until it's -30 C and we have a few more feet of snow to quiet the naysayers.
My figures on ridership might be a little skewed since I roll with a crew that keeps riding no matter what and we're having a party tonight where I expect that my friend's garage will be full of bikes since none of us are driving.
I tell people that I really enjoy riding in the winter and because I am well equipped and have bikes built for winter riding it really isn't a hardship but I have a dirty little secret.
Every morning I go out and get the bike ready for my commute or errands I have to look at all the other girls that are parked in my shop and my eyes usually linger the longest on Bridgette, my 1962 Peugeot fixed gear.
I um... really can't wait for spring so that I might get my best girl back out on the road and enjoy clear roads and sunshine and warmth and continue this love affair that started back in May when I built her.