It was 21 degrees F this morning at 6, under cloudy skies. As is the way in central Illinois, yesterday’s intimations of spring were today obliterated. Once again the front walk was full of stuff to remove: frozen slush dusted with a little powdered sugar-like fresh snow. It’s not like we haven’t been keeping up with it! Oh, well; guess it’s just this winter’s featured task.
Got Rhododendron out of the garage (read an article in Active Trans that said tire width didn’t make that much difference in winter cycling) but stopped for a photo
before walking it down the ice-crusted driveway. My, the ice cover was extensive! Rode a little way down the street, feeling the slippage on the uneven ice. Could not help thinking of yesterday’s wipe-out, gentle as it was. Supposed it would have been possible to negotiate the ice, but this morning was not sure I could maintain the necessary combination of calm confidence and razor-sharp focus to keep upright and moving forward.
It was interesting to see evidence of the ups and downs of the temperature and precipitation.
. Was amazed and impressed by the cyclist I saw coming down the same street I decided was too treacherous to ride on. They didn’t even seem to realize it was dangerously slippery. Guess I felt a little envious of that calm courage. Reminded myself though that even this was like being jealous of the Olympic snow-boarders or figure skaters and their impossible (for me) flips and spins.
Ah, but even in “defeat” of the aim to ride, it was good once again to be out to meet the morning and its unique weather!