Winter has to be my favorite time of the year to pedal.
It hit me on my way home from work the other night.
With a fresh 2" of snow on the ground, more falling gently to the ground, my trusty headlamp guiding the way.
I slowly went about my way.
I heard nothing, not even the tires crunching the snow, just silence.
I silently pedaled along, every now and then I'd make a figure 8 in the middle of the road, just to check out my "Fat" tracks. ;)
There's a person who's riding a skinny tired bike from somewhere, so I'd pedal right next to the track, to show them there's a better way to get around during the "dark times".
Every time I saw where this persons front wheel washed out, I'd pedal a circle around it, and then be on my way. ;)
Maybe I'll run into this person sometime this winter.
I made my way to the little lake that's by our house, (to check the ice), but still I heard nothing!!
Thinking about heading out for a pedal turkey day morning, of course with the Mrs. blessing!! Ha Ha