I am so, so sorry for my last Cycle365 post. It’s not my nature to be such a negative, woe-is-me, crybaby. Usually I can put a positive spin on ANYTHING — even hazards — but for some reason the impossibility of a bike ride sent me over the edge. Had I been able to CHOOSE not to go out in that snow, I probably would have been fine. I didn’t like that the road conditions had the upper hand and that’s what sent me into a state of bad, self-pitying poetry writing.
Well, all that is behind me. A new day has dawned. The roads have been plowed. I can ride my bike. The snow plows have “Made Greg Great Again.”
Just because I CAN ride my bike today doesn’t necessarily mean I’ll WANT to ride my bike today. MY Town’s relatively nice December and January has transformed into a pretty bad February so far. Yes, the roads have been plowed, but the temperatures have plummeted. When I got up this morning, it was -15 degrees (F) and we’ll be in a deep freeze for the rest of the week.
Before I could get started, I had to tune into Storm Chaser Greg’s report on the weather conditions. His histrionics are the best in the weather reporting industry. It looks like fog is the horrible hazard of the day.
My ride was less than an hour long, and that includes the time involved in taking pictures. At least it was a ride though. There were a few minor hazards, but at least I didn’t have to deal with bush fires, snakes, dinosaurs, the Hanson Brothers of trail building, ghost bikes, moss, and killer border collies.
I’m home and warm and happy now, anxiously awaiting the SuperBowl. I’m making my world-famous Asian chicken wing recipe even though nobody will be coming over to enjoy them with The Feeshko and me.