Running from the cold, coming back for my bike
Being from Canada, we do not have the nicest winter. While it is cold, dark and snowing for most of the country, the west coast experiences the doldrums of incessant rain, dampness and the occasional falling of slush. I find it pretty easy in these depressing times to jump ship to somewhere warm and dry. Under this notion, I spent the past week in Puerto Vallarta, Mexico basking on the beach, sipping margaritas and taking the occasional dip 80 degree water… not a bad gig if you ask me.
Being an active person, the beach is great; being able to run, swim, play volleyball, throw around a football or whatever else you can think of is more my style than sitting around. If you prefer to bake instead, you have more patience than I do. I will tell you this though, There is nothing like riding a bike! After a week in the sun I am proud to say that I missed BC. Although I arrived home to a blanket of snow, I was ready to climb onto my noble steed and hit the trails. As great as a tropical vacation is, it will never be perfect without a bike!