I almost forgot that I went on a chilly ride last weekend. By the way, if you play Guitar Hero too long you will see those green, yellow and red blobs coming down the guitar fret at you all night - in your dreams. No rest for the aspiring rock star, I guess.
Starting at Birdland we rode the Neil Smith Trail north until running into mucho ice. We then turned around and headed back downtown. Crossing the tressle by Principal Park we came across two of Des Moines finest young minds doing - uhm, river ice research, or something. I believe that children are the future, just maybe not these two.
The trail connecting Waterworks and Greenwood Park has been ice plowed, pretty cool.
A lost soul, alas I think its too late for him.
There's a trail here, its just under a couple feet (at least) of ice.
We did about 23 miles. Cappy and I did a 4 mile jog around Grey's Lake the day before so I was pretty gassed by the end of the ride.
Corey informed me that he has ordered some studded tires for his mountain bike. So now Squirrel has trick bike chains, Rick and Corey have studs and I've got -- nuthin'. So, what's a guy to do? Poke along on an ice sheet while your buds plow right through? Oh, I don't think so.
So, in a literal case of keeping up with the Joneses I have ordered my own studs, some Nokian Extremes. They're 'spensive but I got a nice price on them with free shipping from Speedgoat
They probably won't help much, but at least I won't have any excuses - or concussions (hopefully).