Or something like that. I might have started every Jack Frost blog post with something similar. If you’re tired of it, forgive me.
Anyhow, a few of us jumped in Walter (now fully racked with Yakima bike holder type thingies thanks to Dizzy and the Colonel) and went up to Vancouver to go fuck off on a 12 mile course in the Four Seasons (winter, summer, etc) for shits and giggles.
Good things happened. Deann Krill, Dave, Mark Koller, Sharon Sandoval, Travis Bickle, and Cristina MiCommunist went out and threw down. Trevor won the Merckx category, that little whippersnapper. Everyone else pedaled with intent and everyone but Dave landed a top ten in small fields but good action nonetheless!
Afterward, we toasted apple cider and Bushmill’s, to commemorate the day! See all you jokers at Banana Belt next week!