I needed to make a quick one mile trip to the market via the local MUP. Riding down my street to the path, I realized how nice the day had become and was happy that Apollo, the sun god, had done the good deed of shining his warming rays on the roads so I could bike today. However, Boreas, the god of the north wind and winter, protected some of the bike path from Apollo’s warming rays with the aid of Attis, the god of trees.
As I approached the MUP I was thinking of doing a session of the bikejournal.com “bit” challenge again. Getting 12.5 miles would be a cake walk. Oh how quickly things changed. As I made the turn onto the path, the wind slapped me forcing my head back. Kind of like a Mo Howard, “heel of the hand” forehead slap. I noticed the the path was not very clear.
The snow cover was mushy and very little problem riding through it. I did however notice the rapid drop in temperature. It went from a chilly 35 to 32 by the time I arrived at the market. After shopping I checked again and it was now 30 degrees. The only alternative to the bike path for me to get home was the often busy US RT 6. Sensibility prevailed and I decided to skip the challenge and ride home.
That mushy covering I mentioned was now getting crispy, and in places, solid. A few times I felt my bike loosing grip on the pavement. I crossed paths with two other biker who decided to walk their bikes to the end of the snow covered section. I did eventually have an alternative to the quickly icing path a short distance from home. The clean street was a welcome sight and gave me a nice smooth, skid free homecoming. That became my perfect moment, similar to those my blogging friend Anthony, likes to espouse.
As a blog friend who had trouble writing today would say.
A Midnight Rider 