Let me tell you, after seeing Storm Chaser Greg’s frightening weather report on the news this morning, I thought maybe I should skip going out for a bike ride in that stuff. There is no glory in being found in the snow, curled up in a frozen fetal position.
Even so, I still had to shovel my driveway and scrape about a quarter-inch of ice off the windshield of my car. To my neighbors, the scene might have looked a little like this:
The weather has been very weird here the last few weeks. We got the 8″ October snowstorm, followed by a couple days of temperatures 20-degrees below average, followed by six days of temperatures 25-30-degrees ABOVE average, immediately followed by yesterday when we were back to 20-degrees BELOW average — plus freezing rain — followed by last night’s snow. The weather is schizophrenic.
Anyway, while I was exerting utmost pressure on my window scraper, I looked up toward where the sun would soon be rising over the roof of my house. It was strangely beautiful, despite the ice and the 21-degree (F) temperature.
How could I not go out on my elderly mountain bike to explore more of this winter wonderland? I couldn’t not. Or could I not? Not that I could not, but I definitely couldn’t not NOT. Damn it all, I don’t care what Storm Chaser Greg said, I had to go for a bike ride.
I went inside to get layered up for the ride. As I walked toward the garage to retrieve my bike, I noticed an old friend partially covered with snow. Oh my, how he’s aged. His facial features have faded, but he still has that steadfast, rock-hard countenance.
For privacy reasons I refuse to reveal the name, but a fellow Cycle365er said something like “PLEASE tell me you slid down that thing.” I was embarrassed to say I hadn’t slid down there since my kids were small. But I did reply that I WOULD do it again and I’d make a movie about it. Here you go, totally anonymous bicycle rider: My feature film: