What they don't have in Arizona...

Quality training, that's what today's ride was all about, oh yeah quality. All morning it had been snowing lightly, but on getting home from work the sun looked like it was starting to peek out from behind the clouds; time to go for a ride.


No sooner had we left than I noted to Matt, "it's snowing up ahead." There was a wall of snow up the road. We road into it, large snowflakes sprinkling the road, our clothes and everything in a thick white coating. Ah, so pretty (if it were December and not March). Matt is fresh back from Tucson, Arizona and is currently fenderless. With the sun coming out prior to our departure it didn't seem to be a problem, but now those shins of his were starting to ache from the cold road spray. The funniest part was his constant questioning as we rode.

"Do you know what they don't have in Arizona?" he would say. "Snow, that's what, snow."

According to Matt they also don't have: fenders, layers and layers of clothing, snow, dirty bikes from slushy roads, cold, snow (again) and anything else that you can think of associated with winter.

Needless to say by the time we got home we were both caked in white wintery love. Splitting the coating on our faces though were two big smiles as we laughed at our fate. Getting home the sun was peeking out again and the snow wasn't falling so hard.

Yeah, that was some quality training I tell you. Those boys down south better watch out, they don't know what they're in for when I show up.