In Late March, Nic and a group of hardy men rode the White Rim in one day again. The weather left something to be desired with 60 mph gusts of wind and cold temperatures for March. Nic now has a sense of what a sandstorm is like — no visibility, grit in your mouth and gusts lifting your front tire off the ground. I think this trip was really just about survival. I was regretfully engaged elsewhere during the excursion. I consoled myself by going to the steam sauna and riding my bike inside a warm and windless gym. Oh well, maybe next time.
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