Or: When in doubt, stud, though no bad consequences.
This a.m. the forecast was a “winter advisory” until 11 a.m.; that some freezing rain and snow would move through The radar showed blue right over head – but almost gone, and there were but scant flurries. Therefore, there should be less than scant flurries when it was gone. Possible snow showers tomorrow.
COnsidered taking the Trek in so I could do the inside ride. Decided that since I had frittered last night instead of making Progress On The HOuse (putting stuff back in the newly painted kitchen and living room), I should go straight home and do that tonight, and take the Xtracycle instead.
Checked weather before leaving at 5:15. 30 degrees – balmy enough to toss the Smart-Tex in the backpack. Clear radar. I’m hoping to get in some good laps before going home, which I’d tried to do at lunch time but there was this meeting that I’d forgotten about…
Not so clear skies… and what’s this stuff falling from the sky? It’s barely heavier than fog… but, I thought, p’raps the 30 was airport and the guys had put salt *everywhere* and here might be heat island enough so I could just do llllapsss… that was my foot skating on the parking lot just a teensy bit, enough to make me laugh at the timing and say, “Yes, weather, I hear you. You promised *better,* not good.”
Happily, everywhere I put my foot down things were basically damp, not icy. HOwever, I was grateful for having had enough assorted musical experiences so that, indeed, I could hear the subtle difference between the swish of tires on damp pavement and the rice-krispies-treat crunch that meant the mist had frozen there. Oh, yea, and my bike had just the thinnest crust.. However, when I shrugged, my jacket didn’t crackle, so it wasn’t but *so* bad.
I was also grateful for having enough cycling experience to know it was even more important to claim my part of the lane – that this would make motorists, perhaps thinking foul thoughts of my inconsideration in being out in this weather, be sensible and give the extra room merited… instead of hugging the line and having drivers focusing on the conditions not see me at all. I noticed the same tendency for drivers *not* to want to go into the left lane when passing (on the one-way two-laner at State). And I was glad I had the SPokelit on the wheel… I think I might have had at least one Airzound Moment otherwise, and I’ve been off the Xtra for weeks so I’m not in the habit of hov’ring near it when approaching a perpendicular driver.
And! I found the business end of the Turn Signal, so as soon as I find the strap again, which wasn’t lost anyway, I can re-unite them and give it a try on the left arm.
Tomorrow, it’s the Gazelle. I’ll even have to apologize to her Maybe we’ll ride a little extra to make up… I could and *would* have done laps with the studs tonight on this teensy bit of slipper.