Stealing One Back From Winter II

I stole one from February last year.  This year the weather aligned again and I was able to get a ride in between snow storms.


It was a cold commute in before 8am, about freezing, but clear and sunny.  I took it on the chin knowing that it’d be worth it on the way home.


Coming out of work past 4pm it was about 10°C and windy, but I can go all day in ten degrees.  I took the long way home, 27 kilometres of leafless trees, rivers with cubist banks of ice shoved into  the new mud by our recent floods, and a sky so winter blue that it wriggles before your eyes; all while leaning into fifty kilometre hour gusts of wind.  It was glorious!


I can still operate the bike without a thought, but I missed all sorts of apexes.  I’m rusty with neglect.

Note the snow pile in the middle of the road….


The smug I-stole-one-from-winter face


Icy verge


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