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Are the beginning of the end.
I really begin to hate riding this time of the year.
I used to love it. Out in all weathers, all times of year, snow, rain, wind, darkness.
As more winters go by I look forward to this less and less, and now am mostly averse to it.
It’s as if all the joy, fun and excitement of MTBing is lost.
Sometime around about now the road bike gets wheeled out and that’s basically it – until I can face the prospect again of numb feet, cold hands and slithering about at considerably less than dry-trail-pinning-it speeds.