The first snows of the season have powdered the tops of the mountains that rear up in front of my apartment and the days are getting short. Riding a bike is dare I say it, becoming less enjoyable in such conditions.
This is the time of year when many riders in the Northern Hemisphere furrow their brow in contemplation over how long they keep persevering with frost-bitten fingers and icicled beards before wrapping up their pride and joy in cotton wool until the sun starts working again.
In Australia I rode the whole year round - even in chilly Canberra - with not much issue and went without a car for three years but here is another thing entirely.
I will press on as long as I can, but it's only a matter of time before the paddock stands and trickle charger come out and the Mille goes into hibernation for the winter. Perhaps this weekend if the weather is kind I will let her gorge herself on some freshly laid asphalt to build up her constitution before she goes into stasis.. yes, that sounds like a good idea :)
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