Look at all the stupid shit we celebrate. We, the mountain bikers, need to treat the coming of Daylight Saving Time with more reverence. And as I rode my bicycle tonight after work in the light of day for the first time in several months, I had a revelation. You have some fun, but you also think that all those people that are really into football might be on to something. You’d mention the possibility of a ride in the morning, your significant other would perk up to the fact that they would have the house to themselves for a few hours, so you find yourself kicked out, loading your bike up in the rain, dreading the wet ass you’re going to have in an hour or so. These rides kept me sane through the winter, but they often felt like I was just doing it to do it. I’d find myself trudging through the sludge on the sort of day when you historically might only bump into a handful of other morons, only to find that 2020-2021 has caused all sorts of people to descend towards madness, riding in the rain and the snow and the dark.

Like what feels like every second person in the Lower Mainland, I spent a fair amount of time riding bicycles this winter.

Wow they're doing it wrong