I went out for a ride on the Minnesota River Bottoms trails this morning/afternoon. It's a pity that I live so close to this great little urban wilderness and don't take advantage of it more often than I do. I rode my old Miyata Shredder, which is the fattest-tired bike that I own. It's no Pugsley, but it's about right for these trails. Speaking of Pugsleys, I saw multiple pug tracks while I was down there. There was a time when a
Pugsley Sighting was an event, but with the fatbike explosion over the last few years it's hardly worth mentioning any more.
Yes, I forgot my helmet. Don't judge.
Highway 77, which is where I turned around.
The abandoned parking lot at 77 was vaguely creepy.
Old school. 26", fully rigid, anodized bar ends, neon graphics. What's not to like?
I chose not to ride this. With no helmet, I figured I'd play it safe. Yeah, that's it.