Last winter I was out for a drive with a friend of mine. We headed up this crazy switch back road that leads up to a old mine. Its about -15c out, about 2inches of snow on the ground and as I come around one of these switch backs, an old man, probably about 60yrs old is absolutely fly down the road toward us on good old 10speed. There is no suspension
and you could tell it was one of those old steel framed bikes. He had a huge winter jacket on, jeans and no gloves. We were literally in the middle of nowhere. It was quite entertaining because as we continued to drive up this road, you could see every single spot where he crashed. It would be a single bicycle track in the snow and then every so often a huge patch of dirt where he blew off the bike.
I was talking one of the engineers later on that worked at the mine and he said it was a homeless guy that lived up there and apparently he has about 30 dogs that are quite dangerous. Good thing we decided to not hike into that mine that day.