I find I go through a sort of transitional period around this time of year. Especially after a decent summer of dry dusty trails. I mourn the sunny evening rides, and can’t quite get my arse into gear to go out and the cold and the wet. Once I do though, then thats me for the winter.
Until last night I hadn’t ridden for 3 weeks. I’d come up with a variety of excuses, none of which were ‘I’m a massive shandy, and I’m going to go to the pub, or bang the heating on and sit watching the tellybox instead, due to being such a big Susan!’
I got around to MTFU and went out last night. The moors were a slithering tractionless bog. The damp rocky descents were sketchy as anything. My bike was coated in drive-chain-destroying gunk within a mile. So was I! It was absolutely bloody brilliant!!!! 😀
Just get out there! You’ll love it! Theres nothing like getting back to a nice cozy pub for a post ride pint after a winter night ride