Sometime in the mid-late 1990’s I made 2 short winter trips to Iceland. The first was to ride with the Icelandic Mountainbike Club, and what a great experience that was, although it did come down to just 2 of us versus the cold tundra and lava fields.
The second visit was a day trip, yes a 28 hour fly in day trip. I took my bike and built it up in the airport, rode out into the snowy darkness, took a dip in the Blue Lagoon, rode back and flew home - much to the amazement of the airport staff, who named me Bike Man..
Here are a couple of images I came across from the the ride with the MTB club
