Now you are going to see one reason to have a "beater" bike:
Some would argue it's not fair to treat a bike that way. Perhaps. Certainly, I would never leave a cat or dog in the cold, snow, sleet, slush and rain.
Yes, that's a description of the weather we've had since just a few minutes after midnight. How can I pinpoint the start of the storm so accurately?, you ask.
You see, after doing things I had to do yesterday and hearing dire predictions for today's weather, I figured I'd take a ride, however late the hour. Actually, I got on Tosca at about 10:30 and got home just as light flakes were eddying to the ground.
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Almost as soon as I walked in the door, the flakes turned to needles of frozen precipitation and thus were more affected by the force of gravity. Now that's one kind of weather condition in which I won't ride if I need not.
In other posts, I've written about "playing chicken with the rain". This time, I rode as if I were daring every kind of precipitation Nature could have thrown at (or, more precisely, dropped on) me. I still have enough childish mischieviousness to revel in last night's little victory.
Some would argue it's not fair to treat a bike that way. Perhaps. Certainly, I would never leave a cat or dog in the cold, snow, sleet, slush and rain.
Yes, that's a description of the weather we've had since just a few minutes after midnight. How can I pinpoint the start of the storm so accurately?, you ask.
You see, after doing things I had to do yesterday and hearing dire predictions for today's weather, I figured I'd take a ride, however late the hour. Actually, I got on Tosca at about 10:30 and got home just as light flakes were eddying to the ground.
,
Almost as soon as I walked in the door, the flakes turned to needles of frozen precipitation and thus were more affected by the force of gravity. Now that's one kind of weather condition in which I won't ride if I need not.
In other posts, I've written about "playing chicken with the rain". This time, I rode as if I were daring every kind of precipitation Nature could have thrown at (or, more precisely, dropped on) me. I still have enough childish mischieviousness to revel in last night's little victory.
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