Sunday morning. 17°F (-8°C). Blizzard. Snow emergency in effect.
The Co-Habitant has to work today. He prepares for his commute as usual.
Dragging the 60lb beast down the snow-covered concrete steps.
The snow is deep and I grow a little alarmed. "Are you sure you'll be able to cycle in that snow?..."
"No problem," he assures me cheerfully, putting on his convertible mitten-gloves.
And, with the quiet chuckle of a man who has conquered nature, he is off into the blizzard. I scurry back indoors to drink hot coffee and put on a second pair of wool socks.
Pictures taken with his mobile phone upon arrival to work. Lucky for the Pashley, his workplace provides secure indoor bike parking.Ride report (in a boyishly excited tone):
"It was so dangerous. I only got off the bike once to cross a snow bank in [Harvard] Square. The worst part was snow in the eyes and face. The bike kept sliding but was going and controllable. Pretty amazing. The worst conditions in a while. Took me 20 minutes instead of 10."Should I be worried?
Morning view from a window at his workplace. It continued to snow after that, still is. Hope my fearless commuter rides home safely in the evening!I too tried to brave the snowy terrain today, though on a much smaller scale. I will save that for another post.
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