It’s All About the Bike

This Saturday, I scored my first road ride (cycling) of the year in Park City. It was warm, wet and windy. It felt like a typical first day of March in the mountains of Utah. Squeezed out close to two hours of riding and started to think about getting back in the saddle for some racing this year. Not more than an hour after pulling the Specialized Tarmac SL into the safe harbor of my garage, the temperature dropped, the wind picked up and it was snowing sideways. The next day I skied powder at Snowbird and the thoughts of bike racing along lonely roads seemed to fade away into obscurity. The shot below was taken by a friend during stage 1 of the 2006 Tour of Utah, somewhere out in the middle of nowhere in Utah County, and it reminds me of two places I ‘d rather not be if I have the choice: 1. dead last rider at the tail end of the angry snake. 2. somewhere in the middle of nowhere in Utah County. Skiing spring powder at Snowbird is much more gratifying and better for the self-esteem.