|Road through the Intervale. Crusty snow.|
Winter isn't regular riding time for me. Unless... Unless there's a lack of snow for skiing. And, I came up for air after pecking away at the computer, finally finishing a big homework assignment. Outside it's nearly windless and hovering near 30F. With an approaching storm, it's best to take advantage of a calm window of weather.
Change into long underwear and tights, complete a cursory wipe down of my bike—in the kitchen, of course, where it's warm. Quickly oil chain, pull on my fake Ugh boots, warm gloves, pullover, headband, helmet, grab a handful of chocolate chips for energy, and head out the door before I change my mind.
A blue jay sweeps in front of my wheel, making me smile. Cool air. Sunshine. I feel alive again.
Coffeenering #2's location, because I have to see the ice up close.
|The ice plates up close, resembling a glossy puzzle.|