Long day for some, shorter day for others but no matter, it started super early. While the fog laid low like a pregnant dog’s belly, kissing the ground and heavy, a large contingent of Ironclad/Yakima set out on a northern course to be chock full of mass urination, flat tires, and frozen extremities.
We had a feeling it was in store, so we charged up with coffee at Blend in NoPo, to try to warm our innards. Didn’t work.
do we ever really ride at all?
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