Originally published March 14, 2019.
It’s a brisk 18ºF on a late-January morning, and Ted King is riding his fat bike down a snow-covered country road, tapping away steadily, but without great urgency. Over one shoulder, dark clouds crowd the horizon, and snow falls on some nearby hills. Over the other, a New England landscape so bucolic — barns dot the hillsides, a brook meanders through a pasture, and snow clings to every tree branch — it could’ve been ripped from a Currier & Ives print (all that’s missing are some merry-makers in a horse-drawn sleigh). Directly behind him, out of breath and lagging hopelessly, is me.
While this kind of Arctic-grade sortie has become almost routine for the former WorldTour pro cyclist, it’s foreign to me. And that’s why I’m here. Earlier this winter, right around the time my Strava feed was getting crowded by the avatars of fairweather cyclists riding through digital Watopian volcanoes on indoor bike trainers — I call them Zwift Weenies, and I’m one of them — King quickly stood out for doing exactly the opposite. Rather than holing himself up in a sweaty indoor pain cave and pretending he was somewhere awesome, he was outside, exploring in his own backyard. He posted 80-mile roadie epics, hard-charging fat bike hill climbs, and multi-sport adventures that combine bikes and skis — all of them against the frozen backdrop of Vermont’s wintertime snowscape.
I was impressed, of course, but also a little surprised. Though a born-and-bred New Englander, King hadn’t endured an honest-to-god winter for more than a dozen years. After graduating nearby from Middlebury College in 2005, he joined the professional peloton, working his way up from the UCI Continental circuit to the UCI WorldTour, where he competed in races like the Tour de France and Giro d’Italia. Back then, King spent winters between races chasing sunny, cycling-friendly weather in places like California and Girona, Spain. After retiring in late 2015, he moved to San Francisco, where he parlayed his charismatic personality and cycling celebrity into a full-time career as an ambassador for the sport, competing in high-profile amateur races and working with longtime sponsors like Cannondale and POC to get people stoked about riding bikes. It was only last September that King and his wife, Laura, bought a house in the town of Richmond, Vermont, population 4,140.
So how had he embraced the deep freeze of Vermont winters so thoroughly and so quickly? And why was he riding a bike in it? When I reached out to him for answers, he invited me to join him on a ride.
When I arrive at King’s house — a sizeable Greek Revival farmhouse on 11 rambling acres with a backyard pond and a classic red barn just down the hill — it takes me a minute to recognize the usually baby-faced, clean-cut road cyclist. He’s transformed himself to look the part of a grizzled adventurer: scraggly beard, patchy mustache and wild, mussed-up hair.
King’s new look is just one sign that he might be turning over a new leaf. Not only is he learning to embrace the ups and downs of a New England winter, he explains, he’s also just days away from embarking on a days-long, self-supported fat bike expedition across northern Ontario’s icy, wind-blown tundra, called the James Bay Descent.