I tell people that my tactic for winter bike riding is that i take public transit when the snow is actually coming down, but that it is always fine a few hours later, the streets plowed and salted. I don't take alley ways. i wait a day two take minor side streets. But the snow has been coming down for long stretches of every day -- in slow and medium flurries. The amount on the ground right now could've happened in twenty minutes flat, but no, it's been days. On the third day i gave up and rode in the snow. I told myself i could throw my bike on the bus if the snow got bad enough to impair my visibility. I took median arterials, veered away from the slushy patches, watched the rusty colored swirls start to pop up on my chain. It was fine. There was no competition at the bike rack. There were smiles and waves when another cyclist passed by, even if we couldn't see eachother's faces under the balaclavas. When the snow comes slow and protracted, i just have to ride in it, that's all there is to it. ( blahblahblahblahblahblah )

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