sirbike
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IIRC the forecast was for 36 degrees, rain snow mix. I did work later than planned.
Tonight when I go to leave work it’s 34. I sweep the slush off the bike saddle, not good but the street looks plenty good.
Get on the highway and it is snowing for real and drops to 32.
The road is salted well enough, I am doing 45mph with flashers. Cars passing slowly due to blinding rate of snow. I watch the water coming off the cars tires passing me and listen to the wet sound of water for some assurance of traction.
A car getting pulled out of the ditch I take as a sign of texting while driving, but just parking is starting to look good as the snow is just becoming visible on the road. I also wonder how off road tires might help. I could have a winter ST with regular tires and a winter ST with off road tires.
I have enough of them.
Its nice spending time on the highway and considering these things.
I do make it to my side street.
I take the turn at a gingerly 2 mph. Upon seeing the condition, no way but hey, I’ll do something dangerous safely. I’ll go slow and know it’s a crap shoot. The chance of getting hurt is pretty low. And I have tip over bars, so the chance of the bike getting hurt is pretty low.
15 mph, a mile short of home, as steady as can be but the front wheel just washes out.
It was at most a half inch of snow but it was slick slush under the tires.
A passerby helps me get the bike up, a couple friends answer my call for help, btw, I called them so I
sneak home without alarming my wife, anyway we get the bike aimed the right way and I proceed at 3 mph to a neighbor’s driveway and park it. Then I find out they called my wife to say “he laid his bike down.”
She didn’t know what that meant but as long as I was ok she could go back to sleep.
I am fine, the bike is fine.
The neighbor where I parked, he is such a jokester, I am going to get razzed tomorrow.
All in all another great day to get in a ride.
Tonight when I go to leave work it’s 34. I sweep the slush off the bike saddle, not good but the street looks plenty good.
Get on the highway and it is snowing for real and drops to 32.
The road is salted well enough, I am doing 45mph with flashers. Cars passing slowly due to blinding rate of snow. I watch the water coming off the cars tires passing me and listen to the wet sound of water for some assurance of traction.
A car getting pulled out of the ditch I take as a sign of texting while driving, but just parking is starting to look good as the snow is just becoming visible on the road. I also wonder how off road tires might help. I could have a winter ST with regular tires and a winter ST with off road tires.
I have enough of them.
Its nice spending time on the highway and considering these things.
I do make it to my side street.
I take the turn at a gingerly 2 mph. Upon seeing the condition, no way but hey, I’ll do something dangerous safely. I’ll go slow and know it’s a crap shoot. The chance of getting hurt is pretty low. And I have tip over bars, so the chance of the bike getting hurt is pretty low.
15 mph, a mile short of home, as steady as can be but the front wheel just washes out.
It was at most a half inch of snow but it was slick slush under the tires.
A passerby helps me get the bike up, a couple friends answer my call for help, btw, I called them so I
sneak home without alarming my wife, anyway we get the bike aimed the right way and I proceed at 3 mph to a neighbor’s driveway and park it. Then I find out they called my wife to say “he laid his bike down.”She didn’t know what that meant but as long as I was ok she could go back to sleep.
I am fine, the bike is fine.
The neighbor where I parked, he is such a jokester, I am going to get razzed tomorrow.
All in all another great day to get in a ride.
