Starting yesterday morning, the forecasters had been warning of a snowstorm. They were predicting snow in the afternoon. H-hour for the blizzard came and went. No snow. By late last night, I was ready to chalk it up as another error in weather prognostication. Then flakes began to appear. By morning we had several inches. After making a nice Sunday breakfast for the family, I was out the door with Scout and Pugsley.
|This is the dog expression for impatience, as I was getting prepared to go.|
|Once under way, it was slow going as we were breaking trail.|
|I let out some air a time or two and, presto! The bike ate up the snow.|
In an extended variation of our standard street and trail loop, I was able to ride 99+% of the time, the exception being in a place where the snow had drifted deeply over a distance of several meters. Overall, I was quite impressed with the Pugsley's performance using a stock Larry/Endomorph combo on Rolling Darryl rims. I stayed mostly in the 22-tooth ring in the front and the larger cogs in the rear.
|Fat tires loving the snow.|
|For my riding footware, I chose an old pair of Sorel snowboots. They were fine for pedaling and kept my feet toasty.|
|Even on a snowy day, somebody's gotta sniff the trees.|
|My riding buddies|
|The sights and smells of the farm remind me of parts of my childhood.|
|Three fatbike tracks, but they're all mine.|
|A horse-drawn sleigh in need of a horse.|
I won't label the Pugsley a snow bike, because it is so much more than that narrow descriptor implies. It's a fatbike, and snow is just one of many fun riding surfaces that I've experienced with the Pug. I can't wait for more.