Snow rides are the best. The relative lack of them is one of the worst things about living in Brighton – we are pretty good at rapidly organising an often comically messy group ride when the snow does turn up.
Had a great night snow ride a couple of years ago – the sound of tyre on crunchy snow interspersed with moments of silence when hitting jumps, the quick rolling and surprising grip on the frozen ground and packed-down snow, the hilarious drifts when you hit the powder, the glitter of snow and ice in your lights, the solo journey home when you almost get lost in a blizzard in a wood you normally know so well – all so memorable.