If you’re a rider, there are few things more frustrating than hurting yourself badly enough that you can’t ride. Funnily enough, the frustration and anger levels you may feel about such a situation magically rise in accordance with the amount of time you spend away. I know, I know—correlation is not causation, but the math seems reasonably clear.
For those not familiar with me, I live in Chicago. It’s a place with some pretty notable winter weather. As such, I don’t usually ride year-round—although I’ll continue to ride when it’s quite cold out. There are usually at least a couple to a few months where I don’t get to ride, unless there’s a press trip that gets me out of my usual geographic area. As a result, when warmer weather draws near, the excitement about being able to ride again tends to rise to a fever pitch.
