the GOT bike

 Yesterday I ran, after a fifteen minute pedal up Harris Street to where the snowmobile trail crosses. I'm not a big fan of two stroke engines, but I do have an appreciation of well packed snow when most places are under twenty inches of fluff. I was able to run for just over two and a half hours, actually running, and there was trail packed for two hours beyond that. Shortly after I returned to my bike, locked to a tree, someone returned to the pickup parked at the street. He had a lard bike. Yes, yes, I'm personally biased against these bikes with the wide stance that hurts my knees, but that doesn't mean I think people shouldn't ride them. Heck, sometimes after a few days, they pack a path solid enough for even my merely pleasingly plumb tires. The snowmobile trail at Harris was probably passable with a four inch tire, but I sensed the rider was returning early to his truck because it wasn't actually fun. In my run, I'd gone far enough to cross Route 116 and ...