I'm on my second day of nice break from work and I have a plan to see if i can't work myself into some level of fitness. I woke up this morning with somewhat big plans of getting some time on the bike around the dirt roads and farmlands east of Lyons and Boulder. As it would be when you have kids, you can kiss any schedule you have bye bye. Graham was up late, napped early, Mom and Makenna needed to make a run to town to do who knows what (hopefully a gift for Dad). So I waited, and I waited and watched the clouds roll in but it was still lookin good. Finally, 2pm and their home and I'm standin in the house all dressed and ready, sweating because I had just about every piece of warm weather gear I owned on.
Quick stop at Redstone to say hey, place an order and I was off. Heading out east on 66, got to about the Diamond Shamrock and smack...snow. And this wasn't the nice pleasant light fluffy snowflakes that can be fun to ride in, this was like BB's out of a 12 gauge. I sucked it up and kept charging, had to go down 36 towards Boulder knowing there were a couple of good warmup climbs, which was a good idea. However, the snow kept coming and got worse. I kept telling myself, I'll get used to it, I've been in worse. I got to the valley in between Hygeine road and St. Vrain road and the wind gust damn near pushed the wheels right out from under me. Now I was like, ok I like ridin but I don't like dyin. Cars whippin by and the visibility was not ideal. So I turned east down St. Vrain, left on the dirt road, down Hygeine, left on the dirt road, by the big cowboy, left on 66 and time trialed my sorry ass back to Lyons and the comfort of Redstone Cycerly. I will say if I would have had my ski goggles, I would have been golden. My face, even what little was exposed was just gettin peppered. It wasn't the best ride I've ever had but it was a ride.
Sorry for the long boring story but I got nothin better to do right now.