One is the loneliest number

It didn’t seem that cold, or windy or foggy or icy but it seemed like everybody else thought the conditions might have been a bit too dicey. Just to prove I was really out there for the 9am start…

Ready to go at The Legion
Ready to go at The Legion

 

With no other riders, by about 9:05 I decide to roll out and internally I’m committing to at least Selkirk. The fog that I thought was going to lift just intensifies as I head north on River Road. The road is mainly dry with a few wet patches and a few sketchy spots where the “wet” is more like ice. The worst spots were on sections where trees sheltered the road on both sides. On one such downhill curve it really did get a little crazy as I felt the fires loose traction and I began drifting to the shoulder. Thankfully, there was enough road to get around the curve before heading of into the ditch.

Safely make it into Selkirk and take a short break and try and warm up a bit.

kuota-karma
Kuota at the Kurb

It’s getting even more foggy. I’m used to riding in the dark and in traffic but this is starting to creep me out a bit, I’ve got the blinker going an I’m hoping not to get hit. I read recently that statistically, getting struck from behind while riding is quite a low probability.

Heavy Fog
Heavy Fog

Just after leaving Selkirk and heading back towards Winnipeg on Hwy 204 I see a large truck coming my way with blinking lights. It’s sanding truck spreading a heavy salt mixture on the road. He was kind and turned it off as we passed each other. This can’t be a good sign.

Once back on Henderson, the road is clear and dry as the temperature seems to be warming the closer I get to Winnipeg. A bit of a cool ride, with a couple of challenges, ale well that ends well.

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