As the winter approaches here in Missoula and many other places around the world, cyclists like myself begin our winter training. This usually means endless hours on the trainer, churning away at the cranks only to find ourselves not moving an inch and sweating out a lake below us. Though we can help the time spin by with music and cycling apps on our tablets, nothing quite feels the same like the wind through your smelly helmet and navigating the land around us on two wheels