It’s getting brisk out there. The high was 26 degrees with the wind chill factor, and it’s about that time where the fingers begin to get numb and the eyes get watery after about an hour on the saddle. Regardless, we suck it up and spin. I was going to attempt to write something worthy of expressing my love/hate for the cold season riding, but then I came across some wise words from Gem Atkinson that pretty much sums it all up.

“Within the struggle lies the honour. Never once will I regret a winter ride, the rewards are there to be reaped. As I jump aboard the winter hack, don the weatherproof jacket and head for the hills, I know that come July this will all have been so worthwhile.”