One day we’ll look back on today and laugh. Stinky Spoke started innocently enough – cloudy and cold. We rode and walked up “heart attack hill” as fast as possible to stay warm then enjoyed the ridge-top ramble toward Redmond. Rain the night before turned the single track in the watershed into goopy fun. Then it started to snow. Hard.
When Nick got a double flat, we knew we were in trouble. He only had one spare tubular. (!) The long pause while he changed one of the flats sent our core temps down, down, down. Then we rode down, down, down. I lost feeling in my fingers and toes. At some point after that, we lost all sense of camaraderie. With cries of “see ya at the beer garden” we raced for the warmth of dry clothes.
Like I said, someday we’ll look back on today and laugh.