Friday evening commute
My ride home on Friday was very difficult, not as difficult as my Friday morning commute, but conditions were still poor. We had gotten some more freezing rain throughout the day. Fortunately the roads had mostly improved somewhat from being salted, and from people driving on them. But the less-traveled roads were still covered in ice, slush, frozen slush and more ice. During part of my ride, one road has a slightly banked turn, which is normally helpful. But in this case the angle kept pushing me toward the edge of the road, and countersteering was not very productive. If I tried moving to the left, I started slipping. So I had to strike a balance so that I could both stay on the road and maintain traction.
I didn’t even attempt to ride on the bike path on my way home on Friday, because I knew it would be one solid sheet of ice. Maybe if I had a sled I would’ve gone that way. Instead, I rode on the shoulder of the Bypass briefly and cut through a retail parking lot. There was some ice there, especially by Starbucks and I ended up walking/sliding on a sidewalk for a few feet and lifting my bike over the curb to get through.
The weekend
I had good intentions for the weekend. I planned to do some riding, and Sarah and I were planning on going hiking with my friend Dave. Unfortunately the icy conditions from Thursday and Friday persisted, and while roads in town were in pretty good shape, I figured the back roads wouldn’t be. I could have ridden around town or something, but I didn’t. I thought I’d run an errand or two by bicycle, but the opportunity didn’t present itself. Sunday was supposed to be warmer, but instead we woke up to find it was snowing outside. A layer of snow on top of layers of ice didn’t seem conducive to riding, so I didn’t ride.
Monday morning commute
This morning’s commute felt warm, at around 30 degrees. Conditions weren’t bad except of course for the bike path. It was covered in ice, but with some melting occurring over the weekend and water dripping from the trees above, at least it was porous ice. I tried to stay on some of the snowier areas, and kept my speed down. The ice and snow crunched especially loudly beneath my wheels, alerting a pedestrian up ahead to my presence. My bike shook from riding over frozen footprints. I only saw one other bicycle tread in the ice, from someone with skinnier tires than mine. I thought, “They’re braver and/or stupider than I am.”
Other than that, my commute this morning was uneventful and actually quite pleasant. I really enjoy this peaceful time on my way to work. It gives me a chance to wake up, reflect, observe. It’s a great way to start my day, and I’m still surprised sometimes by just how pleasant a 30-degree (or colder) bike ride can be, even though I’ve been doing this all winter. And I like the fact that since I ride to work, bicycle rides are the first and last things I do each workday, and each workweek. Somehow the daily grind seems a bit better when it’s bookended with bicycle rides.