The Last Day of November on the Fatty

The Last Day of November on the Fatty

The last day of November dawned bright blue. When I left the house in the morning it was nearly 50 degrees. It was a perfect day to pedal in to town for a glass of orange juice. That’s as good a reason as any to go somewhere, right?

fuzzygalore surly pugsley fatbike graffiti

I’d been looking around on the web for local trails and spaces to ride my bicycle through. Places I can’t go on my motorcycle. Some of them were hidden in plain sight and that discovery has been wonderful.

fuzzygalore surly pugsley fatbike

For me, bicycling is a new endeavor. Not “new” new, I’ve been riding a 2-wheeler since the age of 3. But new in that I know very little about gear and equipment and all of the trimmings. I don’t know if I could identify myself as a cyclist.

fuzzygalore hearts her surly pugsley

What I DO know is that I love riding my bicycle, I love being outside and I love traveling. That pretty much makes my Pugsley a perfect bike for me right now. I can really ride that chubby steamroller anywhere.

7 Replies to “The Last Day of November on the Fatty”

  1. I support anything with two wheels!

    And it was a delight to bump into you yesterday. I found myself smiling for the rest of the day as I basked in the warmth of your friendship. 🙂

      1. Stalked?! I’d be fortunate to be stalked by you.

        I don’t know how much honesty you can stand hearing, Fuzzy, but I was reflecting on you during my ride home yesterday. I concluded that during my five decades on Earth, I’ve met a small handful of truly special people. By which I mean fewer than five individuals who are so extraordinary that they stand head and shoulders above the rest of humanity. You are among that small group. I’m the lucky one to know you.

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