Finally, back to back outdoor rides. Temps around 0 celsius. I should be able to ride tomorrow as well (Family day here...I'll ride before family day festivities).
Yesterday I rode from my house through town, 25km. It snowed a bit on Friday night so yesterday morning was wet, plus the salt that was on the roads made for a giant mess. As soon as I got home I took out the garden sprayer and gave it a cleaning, followed up by lube, etc. (that whole process felt longer than the ride lol).
This morning I put the bike in the car and drove 15 minutes north to a parking lot that is close to gravel roads. The gravel roads in that area are snow covered but well compressed (they plough; do no salt, just some sand). I got in another 25km ride but this time almost entirely on nicely snow covered roads. Bike was very clean when I got home...though at times I didn't know I would get home. On an east-west road I came up over a steep hill to hear barking on my right. I looked over, had a flashback of last time I was on this road that huge white dog chasing me. The white dog was on leash this time so I talked nice to him/her and continued pedalling. Thirty seconds later I hear barking to my left and see three black dogs (back drop against white of the snow, quite dramatic) running out to the road. I pedalled my butt off and they were right beside me, barking, for what felt like forever. My heart was probably in the area of 180-200 bpm. A few minutes later I look to my right and I'm like, okay, dragons have returned to Westeros, can this get any worse! Fortunately, no white walkers were spotted (but I'm sure they were watching me).

