On this rainy rock where I exist I feel that suffering approximately 361 days of rain and wind a year is enough mental torture so we deserve a small reward from mama nature....not happening this winter....so far the only ride in anything approaching nice crunchy snow was a hypothermia inducing snotfest which featured a snowstorm alongside gale force winds that slowly turned to rain and soaked us through to the bone...cue several frozen shaking mountain bikers, huddled around car heaters desperately trying to coax some feeling back into our bones.
Winter you ain't playing nice this year and I am about to throw my rattle out of the proverbial pram, so please I ask on bended knee, wise the hell up and give us just one week of snow and frozen trails to play on, well can we have it?
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