Sometimes, you get on a bike to work out. Sometimes, you get on a bike to work things out.

If you live in the mid Atlantic, you probably noticed the blizzard we just had. If you don't, you probably noticed us complaining about it. If you saw someone bicycling up Rhode Island Ave. in NE DC mid whiteout blizzard, you probably witnessed me making a determined but ultimately unsuccessful attempt to drown myself in a snowdrift. 

In which we ride mountain bike trails on cross bikes after cross racing and beer drinking. Hijinks ensue!

As I sped down the 88 I was grinning like a maniac. Visibility was terrible. I couldn’t see anything but the highway and the cars therein. On either side of me stood barbed wire fence and the occasional snow drift. I was out there.