Let’s Freeze Our Asses Off, Shall We?

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.

Hanging out doing nothingdo we ever really ride at all?

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