Spring is in the air (and half the Gobi desert, but that's another story), so it's been a time to dust off the bike, brave the clouds of Yellow Dust(TM) outside, and go cycling again. The weather, unfortunately, has tended to dither back and forth between glorious spring mildness and the bollock-freezing dregs of a Siberian winter like an uncommitted . I've put off several morning bike trips due to unfavorable conditions..and my own lingering laziness from a winter of hibernating indoors (not to mention that I'm a complete pussy when it comes to cycling any further than work in cold weather). Beginning, as they say, is the hardest part.

Still, I have managed to drag my reluctant backside up to the mouth of the Tancheon a few times to take in the splendor that of mildly smoggy days on the Hanggang.
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I even went as far as joining everyone's favorite Kiwi for a 60-km jaunt around the peripheries of Bundang on Saturday. Highlight of the circuit was when Jared showed me a stretch of almost-finished highway down by Suji. It's only a few km long but there's something infinitely cool about having your own private 6-lane bike path; coasting along the meridian without a car in sight. I suppose this is what it must feel like to be in one of those post-apocalyptic survivor moves, minus the twin downsides of marauding cutthroat bandits and inevitable legions of undead zombies.


