It seems like the heaviest gauntlets thrown are the easiest to pick up. At least that’s how it appeared when a casual mention on the Singletrack website of riding Snowdon in February was picked up by a dozen enthusiastic riders.
Make that eleven enthusiasts and one grumpy git…
It’s 5.40am It’s winter. In North Wales. It’s dark and chilly. I’m stood in a car park and wondering if I’m about to become an accident statistic – or make the local news at least. the sun isn’t due to rise for another two hours or so. And when it does, it’s unlikely to bring any warmth with it.
Posted on: August 15, 2013