Just thought I’d share as had a mint night on the bile last night.
Two of us, out in the snow last night and loving it. Bitterly cold wind from the East, right side of the face almost numb, squinting to avoid the needle like pain of the swirling snow and feeling like a 12year old smashing through the (up to) 2ft drifts in the fields. Snow everywhere, sounds of giggling, bike taking on its own direction at times and quite safe knowing if it goes Pete Tongue the landing is likely to be soft. Fancied heading back up for a second run but the warmth of home was calling and it was getting on a bit.
Kinda summed up what riding in the snow at this time of year is about.