"I have great respect for you, ma'am. Anyone who rides today deserves 'props'!"
A security guard said that as I was locking up my bike at work. The flurries that fluttered onto my helmet about five minutes into my commute had turned into harder, though not driving, snow. Some of it was starting to accumulate, but I wasn't worried because the forecasts called for no more than an inch. Plus, I knew that even if there were more on my way home, some of the streets would be plowed by that time.
It's funny that our first snowfall of the season came just days after I put a pair of Panaracer Tour tires, with thick but not knobby treads, on the LeTour. In case you were wondering: Yes, I rode to work in a skirt. But I was wearing fairly thick black tights under it. On my feet, I wore my black LL Bean duck boots and carried my heels in a bag.
It wasn't an exceptional winter ride or commute, really, although I enjoyed it. Still, whatever "props" that security guard gave me, I have nothing on these guys:
Now there's something I probably will never do: ride a penny-farthing in the snow. But I guess the guys in that photo didn't have a choice, as the "safety" bicycle hadn't been invented yet. And they were in Montreal. If you're can't or won't ride in the snow, it essentially means that you're not going to ride in The City Of A Hundred Steeples (as Mark Twain called it) during the winter.
A security guard said that as I was locking up my bike at work. The flurries that fluttered onto my helmet about five minutes into my commute had turned into harder, though not driving, snow. Some of it was starting to accumulate, but I wasn't worried because the forecasts called for no more than an inch. Plus, I knew that even if there were more on my way home, some of the streets would be plowed by that time.
It's funny that our first snowfall of the season came just days after I put a pair of Panaracer Tour tires, with thick but not knobby treads, on the LeTour. In case you were wondering: Yes, I rode to work in a skirt. But I was wearing fairly thick black tights under it. On my feet, I wore my black LL Bean duck boots and carried my heels in a bag.
It wasn't an exceptional winter ride or commute, really, although I enjoyed it. Still, whatever "props" that security guard gave me, I have nothing on these guys:
Now there's something I probably will never do: ride a penny-farthing in the snow. But I guess the guys in that photo didn't have a choice, as the "safety" bicycle hadn't been invented yet. And they were in Montreal. If you're can't or won't ride in the snow, it essentially means that you're not going to ride in The City Of A Hundred Steeples (as Mark Twain called it) during the winter.
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