Last week for butter ride the fog was magical. It was so thick, you would think you were one of the Schelck brothers going up the Alps because there was so much drip off your nose and helmet. Thick fog is nice. What tricked everyone is that 20 minutes before the ride, on the west end of the city, the day was gorgeous. Typical summer day.
David took this photo of me 🙂 thanks:
Who says you can’t bike 15 miles and up three hills in a skirt? by David Gartner