|Once upon a time it used to snow. |
It used to be that the summer time we would cook in the back room of the bike shop. We greeted sweaty riders as they told us of their exploits on the tarmac. We nodded our heads and gave them on the spot tune ups so they could continue on their mission. As the leaves would turn we would lose the recreational riders.
As the temps dipped we would lose the fast guys. You see,they don't own any winter riding gear and only ride when it's warm. So little by little they dissapeared to be replaced by the hard-core commuters looking for lights, fenders and wet lube.
So, after all the warm weather dissapears, us poor mechanics are left to ride in the dark and cold. How can we motivate for this? We tend to hide in woods where the wind is a bit cut by the trees, we bundle up with wool and windstopper and we take a little flask of good whisky. It isn't easy to ride like this but it is all we get.
So, this Sunday if all the stars align I will go out for a long one. It needs to be done.
Get out if you can,