We received 6-8 inches of snow Friday night, so after clearing the driveway and sidewalk it was time for a ride...
I chose to head down the MN Valley Trail at Mendota, heading toward the Cedar Ave. bridge. I was hoping that I'd run into
these folks for a beer and some company. Their route had them riding toward me after they crossed the river at Cedar. They either changed their route, or they never caught up to me, so I was solo... which is alright by me.
At my turn around point I saw the "racers" riding the trail on the other side of the river - it looked like they had a good sized crew. From what I could tell there were 15-20 riders, and most of them were on CX bikes or regular mountain bikes. I saw at least a couple fat bikes in the group. Given that we don't have much of a base below the fresh snow, I'm guessing the skinny tires did just fine in the fresh stuff. I just wonder how the skinny tires did once the trail started to get chewed up...
Speaking of tires, I tried out a new rear tire yesterday: a Vredestein Bull Lock.
It is only a 2.35" tire, but it has a lot of volume. Mounted to a Large Marge, it measures about 5mm narrower and 5mm lower height than the 2.7 Nevegal I usually run. It also weighs a claimed 660 grams... compared to the Nevegal's claimed weight of 1430 grams! Maybe it was the fact that I had over pound and a half less tire to spin, or the fact that fat tires weren't a total necessity, but I was pleased with the new tire.
Here you can see the tracks from the front Larry and the rear Bull Lock. The Larry's pressure could have been lower, but the Bull Lock was aired down as low as possible. You can see the Bull Lock's casing is making an imprint in the snow (but not necessarily contacting the ground).
The temps were in the lower 20s and winds were unnoticeable in the woods. The MN Valley Trail is a bit narrower at the beginning, and with more traffic near the trailhead, the first (and especially the last) part of the ride was slow due to multiple tracks in the snow. Hikers, dogs, skiers and snowshoers had chewed up the trail. Once the trail got into the woods and widened out, it was smooth sailing.
And shortly after the 494 bridge, the last skier had turned around and I had fresh tracks. It was just me and the critter tracks. It doesn't get any better than this...
My turn around point was a quiet spot next to the river, where I stopped to enjoy a nice, cold beer...
After the beer and some snacks, I headed back the way I came.
All in all, a great day in the woods... sun, snow and on my bike.