The trick to biking through snow is just not to stop. Power through. Go, go, go, go. As soon as the bike is stopped, it's just trudging. It didn't phase me that I was completely speckled with mud until we finished our ride and Kari and Jack walk out of the pubic bathrooms changed and sharp. I was the muddy one all the way back to Zurich. Isn't that tidy. Whatever. Somewhere buried inside every person is the desire to get muddy.
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