It snowed in Seattle. It snowed a lot. I rode my dropbar mtb all over the town. Streets were ghostly. The ground was white and glittery and crunched under my tires. People hid indoors as the snow flakes falling blurred the skyline, the trees, the light. The city was transported back in time to a less civilized era, and wolves entered the city to hunt. I saw it all.
I’m so tired. The effort of rolling over even level ground is so much more than a road bike.
I went from Belltown to the U-district and back, then home to Capitol Hill. People were snowboarding in Gasworks park, where this picture was taken.
I’m worried about the impending melt and refreeze. I hope my Schwalbe Spiker Pro tires get here soon. One of the lightest studded XC tires out there and costly. Please Fedex, get those tires from Kent to the bike shop before the ground turns to icy death!