Took the LHT for 10 miles on the Minuteman this evening, temperatures falling through the 30s, but no wind except that made by the bicycle proceeding through the night air, a mercy after recent days. The Schwalbe Marathon Winters crackled cheerfully on the pavement, providing nothing but sound effects in return for their additional weight and rolling resistance, but somehow this didn't seem burdensome tonight, and reminded me of the first 7,000 miles or so I put in on the LHT with a doughty set of Continental Contacts, before I drank the Bicycle Quarterly kool-aid and started running light tires with supple casings. To be fair, I think even those Contis rolled better than the Schwalbes...


Hurry, Spring!

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