Saturday Commute

An old railroad bridge.

That awkward moment when you have to tell a tree that autumn is over.

On the way to work my chain was behaving strangely again so I pulled over to take a look and found that the derailleur pulley (I think that is what it is called) was not moving freely. When I got to work I sprayed some WD-40 on it and that seemed to ease the problem on the way home. I look at it again tomorrow.

The sky was dropping huge flakes of snow on the way home, totally beautiful. I will never get over the stillness and peace of biking in a heavy snowfall, it feels special every time.

When I was a few miles from home the giant flakes morphed into fine, little powdery ones and the snow let off. But then a crosswind thought it would have its own share of fun. It blew the powdery new snow from the tops of the snow banks (which were about the height of my handlebars) and across the road. This created an odd effect: I could see everywhere except the road in front of me. I pedaled carefully, hoping that there were no obstacles hidden under the cloud of billowing snow. Nothing was blocking the path and I made it home safe and sound. (I did experience one epic fishtail, though.)

To work (10 miles)
8:10 am to 9:35 am

Weather
8F, 16 mph Southeast wind, snow

I wore
Head: ski goggles, balaclava
Torso: two thermal shirt, rain jacket
Hands: winter gloves
Legs: yoga pants, two pairs of thermal pants, rain pants
Feet: socks, boots
Comments: Nice.

From work (10 miles)
8:35 pm to 9:55 pm

Weather
5F, 9 mph Northwest wind, snow

I wore
Head: ski goggles, balaclava
Torso: two thermal shirts, rain jacket
Hands: winter gloves
Legs: two pairs thermal pants, yoga pants, rain pants
Feet: socks, boots
Comments: Nice.