So How Was It Riding Through The Snow This Morning?

What snow? Here in Albany, we got about an inch of slush. It’s not hard riding through that, it’s just wet. It was above freezing, which means the so-called snow was actually melting, and it was raining a little, too.

I had checked the weather the night before. Albany was a little green dot on an otherwise white and pink map. We fell into the T-2″ category, and temperatures were supposed to be on the warmer side. Which meant the “icy death” I had been warned of would not be lurking in my neighborhood, and more importantly I wasn’t going to have to put on my studded tires.

So I went prepped for wet conditions. And it was wet. I completely forgot that I got some sweet new dry sacks for Christmas. They would’ve been better than the plastic bag I used.

The only time I had any difficulty was climbing out of Washington Park. My back tire was spinning a lot. But you keep the bike upright, you keep moving forward, slowly, you’ll get there.

Side note. I was passed on State Street by a gray VW Jetta. The back window had not been cleared of snow. At all. They didn’t brush the snow off. They didn’t even turn on the rear-defroster. You can shake your fist at these lazy slackers all you want, but the important thing to remember is that no matter how many lights you have flashing, no matter how much reflective tape and dayglo you are wearing, there are people out there who will not see you. Look alive.