April 30, 40 degrees and rain. An unceremonious end.
Year Six, 30 Days of Biking, done and dusted. April is a long, cold, wet, cruel month — it has the promise of Spring with the remnants of Winter. Biking every day, often in inclement weather, often felt tedious.
I want to say I’m officially done with this yearly challenge, but I suspect I’ll get drawn in again 11 months from now.