I went to a friends house last night to help with an English paper. When I left at 4:00am, I was faced with a little obstacle.

I looked down this stretch of road, realizing that there was not a salt truck anywhere near here. Snow isn't too bad. If you take it easy and don't take curves too fast, you'll be alright.

Here come the problems though:

I decided to take Rutherford Blvd., thinking that it would've been one of the first roads the salt trucks got to. I was very wrong. Under the snow was a solid layer of ice.


Well, as long as there's snow on top of the ice, I'll have a little bit of traction. As you can see here though, the trucks and cars before me blew the snow off the ice. I was forced to ride on the shoulder for most of my trek home. 20mph in 2nd gear was the fastest I went. A few morons blew past at about 40mph as I prayed that they wouldn't lose control behind me and clobber me. There was also a few tense moments when I ran out of snow and had to ride on the ice.

When you're on two wheels on ice, there is nothing you can do to keep the rubber side down. Several times, I had to put my feet out like skis to keep from wiping out.



Thankfully, I made it home. She's a trusty bike.

The trip was not without some repercussions.

Despite my cold weather attire, I was very cold when I got home. The 27 F left my fingers numb and hurting as the feeling came back. Hopefully I won't have to ride in too much of this stuff this season.

My apologies to Elizabeth Duncan for the five pictures in my post :)