I took the week off from work before my big fat ride and drove up to Tahoe to spend some time training at 6K feet above sea level. North Lake Tahoe is about 4 hours from my home—so I had plenty of time to mentally prepare for the week of training and the Big Fat Ride. 

On my way up, I had a little panic attack as it started to snow. Only a week before my ride, I was freaking out about the three inches of snow fall that covered Tahoe 7 days before my ride. As much as I hated riding in the rain—I did it from time to time to raise my comfort level in the case it rained during the big fat ride. But I never even considered snow in June as a possibility. 

I stopped to get gas in Truckee and just like any good kid from generation X, after five minutes of waiting at the gas pump, my attention waned and wondered off down a path of comparing my relatively new truck to my new bike. I cannot really explain what was going through my head in words and they say picture is worth more—so below is a snap shot into my little brain.