It has been a different kind of winter here in MY Town. True, the cold temperatures have been pretty normal, and the amount of snow hasn’t been too far above the average. The main difference has been the ICE. Almost every snowstorm has been preceded by freezing rain. Then the snow covers the frozen rain. Then the frozen rain becomes a sheet of ice. When the snow is shoveled off the driveway and plowed off the roads, the sheet of ice remains. And this year, the ice never seems to go away–at least on the residential streets.
The main roads are pretty clear though, thanks to the many tons of salt spread all over them. That creates a bit of a Catch-22 for me. Most winters, I try to avoid the heavy traffic of the main roads and the corrosive effects of salt. This year, I have to choose between the busy, salty streets and the quiet, icy streets.
So far, I have mostly gone with the quiet, icy option, but I’m not sure how much more of that my body can take. I suffered my 5th crash of the season today. (Again, I wasn’t seriously hurt. Only embarrassed.) In barely over a month, I have easily smashed my previous wintertime record of three crashes. Here is my excuse:
Usually, I’m pretty good at preventing a fall by taking my foot off the pedal and planting it on the ground when I feel my tires slipping. I can tell you from this year’s experience that the foot plant technique doesn’t work when your foot slips out from under you just as fast as your tire.
Why do I put myself through that kind of abuse? Well, the alternative is no outdoor riding at all, which, to me, would be an even worse pain. Time for some pictures: