What then is there to do when the snows of winter linger in the void?
Ride a bike, of course.
The long weekend of football, food, and singletrack was a most welcome deep breath of fresh air. The nuttiness of the American holiday frenzy has begun, and will be largely ignored by me and my immediate family. I have no interest in crowded malls or 3AM sales, or long lines for fast food. Instead, I am content with an hour (or three) of dirt, and some downtime with the kids. Life is simple, and that is how I like it.
The in-between nature of the season right now has left me in a conversational dearth. What is there to talk about when there is little of interest happening? Of course, I could bring up Max Hall (BYU QB) and the moronic comments he made after the thrilling 26-23 overtime victory over Utah, but I realized the redundancy of doing so would prove fruitless. His comments only gave glimpse to those non-BYU fans why we (BYU fans) have always thought of Max Hall as a rather pretentious, mentally unstable, jackass, who after 3 years as a starter still has no idea how to avoid a sack. But I digress. And since I wasn’t going to bring it up, I will move on.
And so, I march into December with the bike on the mind (7 weeks to Camp Lynda!). Lingering somewhere in the far reaches are those powder days and early morning skins. But for now, with sunny skies and dry trails there is nothing to be done, other than to ride. The season of ‘get it while you can’ is still hanging around, and what better way to take advantage of that than to, well, get it while I can?
Exit Question: When will it snow?