As you probably already know, I'm sick of winter. Many friends are chasing snow this weekend—the Santa Fe backcountry should be glorious from the big dump earlier this week, and one buddy of mine flew to Rogers Pass in Canada for a week of powder—but all I can dream of are dry trails and sizzling pavement.
I've been sneaking away deeper into the southwest all winter for bike tests, races, and a simple break from bundled-up riding. And nothing feels finer than hot winter sun on pale winter legs (with apologies to your riding buddies). During the Outside Magazine test trip, we had a bunch of guys down from Utah and Wyoming, and I've never seen people so ecstatic about riding. On their last day, when I told them we were done after four laps, they insisted on squeezing in two more before dark. "This is the last time we're going to ride outside for months," one said desperately.
So with Spring Break upon us, I present you four spots where you can spin your legs—minus the trainer.