Last Sunday, I came across a lot of ice and road salt when riding to yoga, so today I diligently and lovingly cleaned up my road bike, with the intent to not ride it until spring.
I figure I can get anywhere on my mountain bike that converts into a fat tire bike. In pursuit of that goal, I got those studded tires and a new pannier rack that will fit on my bike regardless of the type of wheels, and commuted to work in the snow a couple of times this week - for the first time ever.
I spent a lot of time this week fiddling with that rack so that it doesn't rub against my tires and so I can easily swap out the wheels. After all that monkeying around on Wednesday night, I was back at it this afternoon, realizing that there's no way to put the fat tires on without removing the rack and consulting with the bike shop about online rack retailers, if I want to buy yet another rack to try.
After all that, I was getting ready to ride to my sister-in-law's birthday party tonight and messed up my brakes, rendering my bike stationary.
I was pretty frustrated because I spent all day getting ready for a ride that never happened, and am not going to be able to ride this week due to work. But in the grand scheme of things, this is a totally fine problem. I calmed myself by remembering riding home the other night in the dark, senses heightened, passing the Christmas tree lot, overwhelmed by the scent of pine trees.
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