The bitter chill in the air keeps me off my road bike in the late Fall. Similar justifications apply to the cross bike. However, in the name of variety I pulled out the Bianchi and all my cold weather gear and headed to Logan canyon. The consequence for any speed above 20mph was a distinct loss of feeling in my fingers and a deep bite from the chilly air. My reward was a chance to bath in the dying beauty of the late Autumn forest.
Today was also a chance to try out my balance and power under slippery, muddy conditions. With the tiny, 35mm cross tires engulfed in organic grease I found myself sliding as if on snow. Without traction the last bit of climb to the top of Spring Hollow tested my patience and my legs.
The ride – Logan Canyon Trail