It’s truly been an amazing winter and spring here in the Midwest, with the longest riding season that I can remember.
And since yesterday was my birthday, Kale (left) and I posed for a moment outside of the Trestle Inn, during a b-day celebration ride on Minnesota’s North Shore.
I must admit, it was warm enough to ride in short sleeves (or shirtless), which felt weird and awkward.
Can this possibly be true??
Anyone else put some miles on your sled yesterday?
