It’s beginning to look a lot like spring. Nope . . .
Last year by this time, I had hundreds of miles on my bike. This year, I am struggling. I’ve got bicycling brain fever. That specific fever that encourages you to ride in a 17 mile an hour headwind. The fever that has you cycling in Sorel boots. The fever that forces you to carry your bike over eighteen patches of ice on the bike path. Yup. That one.Read More