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Saturday morning! A glorious time to be awake! Usually. Sadly, in the Valley of the Great Salt Lake, this particular Saturday was forecast to be spoiled by the first harbinger of the seasons frozen onslaught - a high of 32F and snow.

"No matter!", our tepid cycling protagonist quaffed, and engaged in the hour-long winter pre-riding ritual of donning approximately eighteen layers of various forms of synthetic and natural fibers.

Spotting former (penniless) bike messengers turned (penniless) bike racers 101. Now accepting contributions for a pair of Sidi Hydro boots.

The air was crisp and thick with the vapor of the recent storm, upper elevations of the Wasatch still shrouded in precipitous low clouds. Day in and out climbing of the litany of HC climbs surrounding Salt Lake City is decidedly over until spring.

In the midst of the fog of winter riding stoke, tragedy struck in the form of a disintegrating tire. Mechanically crippled, the boy and his velocipede limped home to finish the work of the day aboard the stationary mistress of mental malevolence.

Perhaps today will be an improvement.

Posted at 9:46am and tagged with: bikes, coldasballs, cycling, plasticbaggybooties, racing, sidi hydro, training, winter, one column,.

Oh hey embro, knickers, taking forever to get ready for a ride, numb digits, five-hour trainer sessions, shoecovers, frightened baristas, post-ride hot buttered rum, and staring at the crude “HTFU” on my toptube like it’s an apparition of the Virgin Mary as snow batters my insufficiently swaddled face in the midst of a Zone 1 slog. Here’s to hoping I don’t have to get to know you so intimately well as during last winter’s Bataan Death March into JUNE, you frigid annual four-to-seven month bike racer menstrual cycle.

Today was my last in shorts for 2011, at least anywhere 50 miles north of the Utah/Arizona line. Coincidentally, it was the first time I’ve hit snow during the 2012 training schedule. I’d be a overjoyed to say it’s the first time I’ve seen snow in awhile, but that’s a complete lie, thanks to the previously alluded-to epic winter we experienced in Utah last year.

I’m thinking a thermos cage might be in order. And a handle of Bulleit.

Posted at 11:33pm and tagged with: cycling, winter, htfu, training, cold, nate king, salt lake city, racing,.

Oh hey embro, knickers, taking forever to get ready for a ride, numb digits, five-hour trainer sessions, shoecovers, frightened baristas, post-ride hot buttered rum, and staring at the crude “HTFU” on my toptube like it’s an apparition of the Virgin Mary as snow batters my insufficiently swaddled face in the midst of a Zone 1 slog. Here’s to hoping I don’t have to get to know you so intimately well as during last winter’s Bataan Death March into JUNE, you frigid annual four-to-seven month bike racer menstrual cycle.
Today was my last in shorts for 2011, at least anywhere 50 miles north of the Utah/Arizona line. Coincidentally, it was the first time I’ve hit snow during the 2012 training schedule. I’d be a overjoyed to say it’s the first time I’ve seen snow in awhile, but that’s a complete lie, thanks to the previously alluded-to epic winter we experienced in Utah last year.
I’m thinking a thermos cage might be in order. And a handle of Bulleit.