I’m guessing the number of powder days between now and the end of ski season can be counted on one hand. There’s enough daylight now that I can ride my bike after work, and it’s almost warm enough to ride with bare knees.
Rick, Jon, and Sam gave up on ski season for bikes a couple weeks ago. (Actually, Sam never even started ski season this year, but that’s beside the point.) Climbing 10,000 foot summits a few times a week means I’m starting cycling season with pretty good fitness. I don’t care. I don’t want to put my skis away.
I’ve actually been bummed enough by the changing season to wonder if I have some type of reverse seasonal affective disorder wherein I become depressed and gloomy when I can no longer hike up snowy mountains in darkness and zero degree temperatures.
Powder Magazine has sent its last issue until Fall. With no alternative, this morning I fished through the magazine stack to find the untouched issue of Bicycling that came several weeks ago. As if the end of winter weren’t bad enough, I discovered Style Man wrote his last column for Bicycling with the March issue.
I’m thinking of moving to a mountainous region in the Southern Hemisphere for the next six months. If that doesn’t work out, I’m at least going to cancel Bicycling and subscribe to VeloNews. Maybe VeloNews will fire Lennard Zinn and hire Style Man in his place.