That’s some photo bigjim especially the weather front rolling in. At least round Edinburgh you can enjoy cracking views some interesting single track and its never far from a pub or cafe to warm up!
I can’t do it from the mobile app, but from a PC I just select the bbcode option on Flickr. Paste that into the reply and then delete the stuff at the beginning and end, so you just leave the bit between the img tags (including the tags themselves). It’s not as hard as it sounds 🙂
I was tempted.. then i went outside to the garage…. 10s later i picked up my riding kit, my bike and brought the turbo into the house for some Zwift time later.. .i’m sooooo not riding out there.
This is what counts as a heavy snowfall in Cornwall (obviously all the schools and shops are shut today) but it was also probably the driest these woods have been in years!
Me but I didn’t want to stop on my commute in this morning to take photographs. Did enjoy it thought, for once I got the clothing just right. First time wearing my 3yr old Madison Addict jacket wasn’t too hot. Army gortex trouser were just right for a 4.5 mile commute too. Off road for most of the route, good grip for most.
Not biking cos the bike is in bits at the moment, but went out for a run early doors. I now know what Edinburgh will look like in the zombie apocalypse. No traffic and small groups of people shuffling slowly up the road on foot. Spindrift plume blowing off the top of the crags like the films of Everest in winter. But brilliant fun.
Fantastic – the wind threatened early on (just after 7pm), but then didn’t really get nasty.
The snow was grippy, the ground underneath was 99% solid (only a couple of long-term boggy puddles weren’t), and the only real danger was deep mud ruts that had frozen solid and were being masked by the snow. Two and a bit hours, feet were toasty in decent boots, fingers reasonably comfortable. A lovely pint afterwards and feeling smug when other pub punters came outside for a fag seemed to think we were some kind of elite unit for getting out and about.
Car thermometer bottomed at -7.5 Celsius on the way home – but the whole thing felt much warmer than a few weeks ago when I got soaked on a wet and windy Saturday morning with the temp around +5 Celsius.
I took the fatbike today, as I’m aiming to ride part way home on it. 28c GP4S were fine yesterday (4 Seasons, mind – all 4!) but 4 inches of Jumbo Jim were a little more confidence inspiring in the 2.5 miles of slush and ice and compacted snow.
17miles cross wind, then 17miles tail wind. the right way round I think. Should be “fun”!
I was out for an hour locally yesterday. Not too much snow here, the ground is frozen and dry but **** me was it cold! The wind cut straight thorough me and I couldn’t stop my nose from running.
Hoping to get out again tomorrow if I can get away from work early.
Short trip to the shops earlier, kept expecting the Wazoo to slip over, despite the studded Gravdal tyres at ~35/60PSI. Earlier in the day, I was contemplating a recreational ride, but that ride of necessity scared me witless!
Fresh snow was fine, it was the compacted stuff hidden underneath, from lines cars had taken.
Am I right in thinking that I will get more rear wheel traction from the 252 studded 38mm Gravdal. rather than a 4″ Jumbo Jim or Vee Mission Command in snow/icy conditions?
You can’t really see but that trail was almost pristine, only had one runner on it before us. Cracking ride. And SaxonRider has underpants on his face.
Went out yesterday and it was the most laugh out loud fun I’ve had on a bike round the Derbyshire Dales. It certainly makes the trails come alive. There were waist high drifts on the singletrack that you could just smash through. The Stache was built for it – 3″ tyres are a great snow plough!
There were 4x4s stuck in ditches and I only managed 8 miles, which took me 2 hours, as the drifts were too deep on a lot of the trails and I didn’t want to stray more than a couple of miles from home. Some of the lanes were full to the brim of snow between the walls, there was no way I was getting down them. You can see in the last picture just how mad the wind was – it really blasted my face, more than half an hour on the tops would have been grim.
Here in the SW, I enjoyed yesterday’s ride so much I went camping in the local hills last night. Walking out before dawn this morning, I followed the tracks of at least one evening MTB rider down a local downhill. Storm in a teacup.