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I had hoped that yesterday’s estimates were nothing more than idle threats, but several inches of accumulation this morning quickly quashed my hope for a six hour ride. It seems I had prematurely swapped out the jones cx tyres for some quicker hardcases.

With the knobbies remounted, hopefully not for long, I set out on what proved to be a brutal ride. It being too early for the paths to be plowed, I hunkered down and mashed through several inches of fresh snow. What I hadn’t planned on was the twenty mph headwind. The elements had conspired against me. The hard flakes stung my face as I grinded it out for three hours. The Fisher Poprad once again did the trick, although the Honjos may have made things more difficult. The snow was deep enough about half the time that it was actually catching. Wisconsin resistance training at it’s finest.