Making the most of mush.
Have you ever shown up to a party that feels "too cool" for you? The music is wordless but has a good beat, yet no one is dancing. And everyone is silent. And instead of beer, people are drinking cocktails. Just thinking about it makes me feel uncomfortable. And that's kind of how I feel when it comes to fat-biking; I know the phenomenon is sweeping the outdoor-recreation world, but I'm not really sure if I get it, or if I fit in, or why people are doing it. I guess I'd better chug two PBRs and introduce myself. Afterall, there's no powder to ski—might as well make the most of the mush.
Enjoying the Bridgers on two wheels, not two planks.
