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Today I met up with Rob and some friends of his at the intersection of 22 Mile and Shelby, heading out for ride intended to go to Metro Beach and back. As the weather was forecasted to be a partly cloudy 38°F surprise in the middle of January we figured it’d be a good day for a long ride. We proceeded to ride at a decent clip up to Nick and Marty’s place in Mt. Clemens, stopped to fit chemical toe warmers, picked up Nick, Marty, Jon, and Bob, then continued on to Metro Beach. One guy who was with us since Shelby Township dropped off here, as he lived in Mt. Clemens and had brought his single speed set up at 32:18 and the sustained ~16 MPH ride out almost wore out his legs.

By the time we got to gazebo at Metro Beach (the end of the path) I realized that I hadn’t eaten enough this morning and I’d run out of glycogen. Despite having food (gels and good granola) available. this coupled with a bit of wearyness from yesterday’s trip to Ray’s had me questioning if I’d be able to make it all the way back home, including the last four miles before my house which are very rough, frozen sidewalks. Since Bob had parked at Nick and Marty’s he offered to drive me back to my place, which was a really wonderful favor, as making it all the way back home would have otherwise proved quite complicated. I guess the partial avocado (it was kinda rotted), bowl of oatmeal, cup of coffee, and pretzel bread / cheddar sandwich that I had for breakfast wasn’t quite enough calories for this ride.

All said, the total distance for today’s ride was 42.18 miles, averaging 13.3 MPH (peak 24 MPH) over 3:09:28 of moving time. With yesterday’s 15.7 miles, that puts this weekend up along a somewhat exceptional summer weekend. My legs are only slightly sore and I didn’t collapse, so I guess I’m doing all right.

Last night while looking over my hard tail bike I noticed that the Specialized water bottle cage on the bike, purchased roughly two years ago, has broken. While the weld was cracked it didn’t completely let go until I gave it a gentle squeeze, splitting it open, as can be seen here and here.

It’s a good thing that the King Cage bottle cages arrived Tuesday, as I was able to drop one of those on the bike. While silver, which doesn’t match the bike very well, it should work well and not break. Finding the crack at home is also much better than having it come apart while riding, as this tends to cause water bottles to fall and be lost.

Wanting to get some exercise and ride a bit I set out on my bike at about 8:30pm. While originally intending to ride around the neighborhood and just see how well the Nokian Hakka WXC300 tires perform in real snow, I found they worked well and instead headed towards River Bends. Taking the usual routes I logged 11.39 miles over 1:17:39, for an average of 8.8 MPH. That’s slow, but considering the super-studded tires and riding through 3″ of powder over packed snow and ice, I don’t think it’s too bad. (In case you don’t know we’re actually in the middle of a snow storm; one which is potent enough that riding a bike is almost easier than driving.)

The tires work out really well, and their large knobs do a very good job of sticking in snow. When riding on somewhat-packed residential roads they felt a bit squirrly, but that’s to be expected as there wasn’t much for them to bite into, but it was too deep for the studs to be of any use. While on the paths/sidewalks and on the trails where the surface was snow/ice they were outstanding and I’m really glad I purchased them. While they are of obvious limited utility being for one particular season, it would be much more difficult to ride now without them.

One of the other interesting events of the night was getting made fun of. It’s been a while since I was last shouted at by people in cars, but maybe the snow brings out odd people. While riding along, just as I was crossing some train tracks on the path, someone in a black Chevy Avalanche driving slowly past yelled something out the window. Later on when heading back home it passed again, the driver honked at me. Further on still while waiting for a it passed another time, slowing so the passenger could yell “nice light, yo yo”. This whole time I was 20′ – 30′ from the road, on an adjoining path.

I get made fun of in the strangest places. Flipped off from the road which I’m 40′ above on a pedestrian bridge… Yelled at from people below me on a highway while I’m in a bridge… People are strange.

Anyway, here’s some photos from tonight. Any cloudy bits (such as seen above) are condensed breath and sweat from my arms hanging in the air, as it wasn’t windy enough to carry it away:

· My Specialized hard tail, in River Bends, while riding in the middle of a snow storm which had already dropped 2-3″.
· After a bit of riding I stopped in the park pavilion to eat a gel. Riding in 3″ of snow is hard work.
· My bike after getting home snowing snow packed into the rims and other bits.
· Rear triangle showing snow packed into the cassette, chainrings, etc.
· Another view of the rear triangle, this time from a higher angle. Lots of snow is packed into the bike. Note how clean the tires from riding in snow.
· Detail of the bottom bracket / front derailleur area showing packed snow.
· The fork, front wheel, and brakes showing how much snow is packed into this end of the bike.