The snow will blow, pile up, narrow our bike lanes and harden our hearts. Not to be outdone, the wind will whip its way across the Great Lakes and bury itself in our bones. A chill will descend on Our Fair City. With this hellish breeze all aspirations of comfort die. As will our memories of patios, shorts, and good cheer. The days are short, bleak, relentlessly grey. And the slush..... oh the slush.
For most of us in the northern hemisphere it becomes a bit challenging, both physically and mentally, to get outside on the bike. A lot of us take the training indoors but some bundle up and brave the elements. Snow, ice and wind be damned.