Something about riding bikes with brakes (in contrast to those without) makes me want to ski powder really, really badly. And while this sometimes manifests itself in a bizarre mixture of the two, they are normally distinctly disconnected.
But while biking around the periphery of the Hawaiian coast this summer, I encountered a bizarrely shared relationship between skiing, biking, and, apparently, the beaches of Hawaii.
I mean, really, who takes a Steamboat sticker all the way to Hawaii? Probably those questionably prideful Colorado kids.