My commute this past Thursday is one I will probably remember for a while. The weatherguessers were predicting some snow, but I decided to go ahead and ride anyways, figuring I could always catch the bus home if things got too nasty.
Even before the weather played a part, the ride in proved to be interesting. I flatted about half way and while pumping away on the patched tube, I looked up to see this man running down the biketrail towards me with a stick. I’m just about to pull my pump and use it as a defensive weapon when he stops, looks at me, and says “your not a dog”. I didn’t really know what to say, but I quickly decided that my tire had enough air and it was time to hit the road again. It was just more confusing than anything else.
Starting about noon, the snow was flying. By the time I left work, there were about 5 inches of snow on the ground. The roads were actually pretty good, so I decided to head towards the bike trail. It was actually a great ride home and I posted some of the bike at the end of the ride. A couple of fun observations about riding through this much powder… Full fenders are not necessarily helpful, at least those that are wider than the tires. Mine were acting like a snow scoop and generating an impressive cloud of snow. Looking back over where I came through was fun as well. The snow was deep enough that my foot was sinking in at the bottom of my pedal strokes, the result was something that looked like a person with a really long stride, straddling over a bike and walking down the bike trail. Too bad I didn’t have a camera for the actual ride.
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