It snowed again! And I biked again. But this time I remembered to put on a frigging scarf. And to tuck in my hair. It was a lot slushier on the road, and I wobbled once or twice, but I went slowly and I made it safely to work. You know what wakes you up better than coffee? Nineteen degrees plus almost crashing your bike once or twice.
I only saw one other cyclist on my ride, and I offered him a fist-pump-of-solidarity. I may wimp out tomorrow, though, because all this meltyness is going to refreeze tonight. Snow I can do, no problem. Ice? Whole ‘nother story.