the GOT bike

...always a biker.  After skiing and running on the trails packed by snowmobiles, it was triathlon time. Yesterday, after removing all the spare tubes hanging on the handlebars, I pulled my mountain bike off the hook and rode up to the trail crossing of Harris Street, the place where I encountered the dejected lard biker a week earlier. The track is a bit more packed, and I was able to mostly ride on 2.4" tires in the upper-teens-PSI for pressure. (1) Once I dropped to the low-teens and discovered the ski track was more solidily packed than the tread, I could ride all but the steepest uphills. Whee!!! But before that, I met Peter, who was out walking on snowshoes. (2) Well, first I spooked him, walking face down, when I said hello from twenty feet away as I pushed my bike up one of the steeper inclines. With his wits recollected, he commented, "You've got no studs" "Nope, no ice." "Even without ice, they can be helpful." "Oh, I like sliding!...