I thought it would be a great idea to ride on the coldest day so far this year. It was a great idea. 27 degrees meant frozen dirt and iced over puddles which crunched under our tires as we ripped through the singletrack at Cunningham Park. For being so cold, we all kept pretty warm. My toes were the only thing that were a little chilly, but they warmed up when I was off the bike, walking around.
Met a rider at the trail head as we were about to leave the park and he was nice enough to let me try out his 29er. I'm still not convinced that 29ers are where it's at but it did feel radically different and my interest is peaked.
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