"When the spirits are low, when the day appears dark, when work becomes monotonous, when hope hardly seems worth having, just mount a bicycle and go out for a spin down the road, without thought on anything but the ride you are taking."- Arthur Conan Doyle.
While I do not share Sir Arthur's sentiments on biking, I do acknowledge there is a whole sub-culture of bikers that thrive on it, many of them avid wine drinkers.
While I have taken my chances with mountain biking in the past. It was a particularly dreary day on Oak Valley's tracks in Elgin, where I ended up in a mud puddle, and remember finally making it to the tasting room looking like a ying-yang (half mud, half lycra) with tear streaks down my muddied cheek, that the prospect of a glass of Oak Valley's red (I cannot remember what it was, but I remember it was still Pieter "Vissie" Visser's wine), was the only thing that could lift my spirits.