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Friday. Ride. You. Me. Snow. Ice. Mtb. Not wimpy cross bike. Leave around 5p. Return around 6:30 bloody. I be at your house. You be waiting. No questions.

When something like this is in you inbox, you don't know what to think. It wasn't a question of would you like to ride, but more like an order to get you ass outside.

The ride had everything some paved roads some old rail bed and some single track. And a lot of ice. Left the house with a little daylight left but knowing full well before much longer that lights would be needed. I hit the ground twice nothing real spectacular.

BUT Wangpig had one of the crashes for the record book, Down a slight hill front wheel broke through the ice that was covering a deep wheel rut (just ice no water underneath). You could see where all forward motion of his bike stopped, and a little further on you could see where Wangpig stopped. classic over the bars.