… Bad weather is bad weather. At two degrees, I fought the urge to hop on the bus, and drove the Avalon in to work.
I spent much more time being cold — and I let it warm up while I did the last stuff in the house. The steering wheel’s not going to warm up (handlebars don’t either but *I* do when I’m riding). Had to brush the snow off (I think I need to windshield wipers). Had to … drive the thing. Three pawn shops on the route, and the gas station corner of Vine and Illinois is closed and the gas dispensers gone. I only saw one or two other people out in the cold. I was cold on the trip in from the parking lot … and the trip back out because one forgets things in the car.
Okay, the driving and forgetting would be cured by routine. Still… bad weather is bad weather, and I wasn’t really dressed for it.
When I had a car back in aught 8, the debate was bike or car. I didn’t have a bus pass (or know that routine). I wondered where my inclination would be. Introversion aside, right now the bus comes in ahead of the car. Even when I wasn’t feeling like a little human in a belching, spewing tank… it was just too much space for me to be taking up.
It’s supposed to warm up Sunday so I should get real riding in next week.
Now, that other advantage — if I need to be somewhere to take somebody somewhere, I can just do it — yea, there is that.