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I am crazy that is all I can think, why else would I insist on riding my bike in the winter in Alaska? With my big yellow pogies (that would be giant mitts that fit over my handle bars) and studded tires; covered with blinking lights and dressed in layers. It is truly crazy, perhaps even suicidal, but there are so many moments of peace that come during my rides. Tonight it quickly went from dusk to almost entirely dark and as I approached the highest point of my ride I could see all of Fairbanks spread out below me surrounded with an orange glow and a matching magenta sunset. The ride was pretty good, the snow is mostly packed and I only had a few moments of surfing as my back tire would slide. Home looks that much more inviting after seven miles on your wheels, warm and comfortable.