Crashing on the Pugsley is supposed to be fun. Sliding out of control into 5″ of brand new, fluffy powder. Sounds good, right?

It is pretty good. Even when you dig your bars deep into your thigh, leaving a mark and a big bruise through 2 thick layers of clothing. It’s still a fun time.

Dropped the boy off at school, navigated the slick roads and met George at Town Loops for a pre-work snow bike ride. Warm enough at 17 degrees to make it fun. Sun poking out at times. Exploring some of the snowshoe trails. Damn good start to the day.

It still surprises me what this bike can ride through. It’s so solid and responsible feeling. Note, I didn’t say ‘responsive’. It’s definitely a tank. Can’t wait to get out on it some more this weekend.