Giddy, like a kid on Christmas Eve, but those presents under the tree are actually powdery berms, the stuffed stockings are technical trail features covered in a little snow, and Santa, well, that's actually me with an ice beard. Some of the most fun I've had on a bike in the past few months has been at 10°F on singletrack hidden under snow, near sunset watching the falling snow glint in the golden light. It was spectacular. You should have been there. Maybe you should throw on a couple layers and join me. It's fun, I swear.