Was dreading getting back on my bike when I felt the cold at lunchtime. But thought – hey, it’ll be more downhill than this morning, and maybe my derailer will thaw out in the sun.
Nope.
Add to that a hard and fast snowfall that started 10 minutes before I got on my bike, and it was quite the ride home. I only saw one other cyclist on the road, and I got honked twice, I gather just because I was on a bike (jackasses). The light I clip to the front of my bike ran out of juice only a few blocks from work as well… so basically what I’m saying is – WHEW!
Oddly the layer of snow on the ground made it an easier ride than this morning, because my tires were basically sliding over the ground, requiring less energy from me (still stuck in my super-high gear). I only slid twice, and not badly – once as I stopped, my front tire kicked out to the side, and once as I turned onto the residential street, my rear tire catching a manhole cover under the snow and skidding out a bit as I made the turn.
PHEW PHEW PHEW.
I may pass out now, yay CPwr just got home – SNUGGLES and deep breaths…