This tradition is at least a decade old, maybe two decades. It’s MLK day, so we celebrate. Usually it involves skis and guns. This year, with the lack of snow, skis were not really an option. So we went Fat/Stud-biking. I did not fall under the “stud” category, so I tried to slip into the “fat” category. Not a problem. My friends were starting on a slippery lake, so I by-passed the lake with the Super Cub and tried to meet them on the gravel bar of the Knik. I ended up navigating a frozen creek trying to locate them on the ground, and it’s a miracle I did not break a hip. If you’ve never peddled a bike wondering if ice thickness or traction is your greatest enemy … you’re smarter than me. Good-times had by all. Here’s the pics.
Thanks Speedway cycles for selling me an affordable fat-bike!
