There’s always a first for everything, including riding a bike in sub-zero weather (-10C was the low today). It was eerily quiet by the margins of frozen rivers and all the vegetation had turned brown and brittle. At times it seemed like I was the only rider on the road.
But what I’ll never forget was reaching for a sip of water and closing my glove around a solid bidon, no water rushing to my lips, only the dry cracking of ice. Or the warming effect of Latin beats from my headset letting me drift to another, warmer land, where my skin didn’t feel the sting of winter.
