I think I’ll take the bus

I have one rule about riding my bike in the winter:

When temps are below zero, take the bus.

Today I’ve decided to add a second:

When sustained winds are at 25mph with gusts up to 37, also then take the bus.

It’s kind of a bummer, because it would be a perfect day for the heated pants, which I haven’t had out in a while, AND I just finally installed my new side cages on my new rear rack:

which makes me look super spiffy, and gives my back a feeling of freedom that, when I get over the slight panic that I must’ve forgotten my backpack somewhere, is totally awesome.

That picture is from yesterday, when temps were about the same as they are today but it wasn’t snowing and the wind wasn’t blowing and my ride was very pleasant.  I was almost late to work, however, because (I stopped frequently to take pictures, and) that stretch south of Fullerton has iced over again.  I had hoped we were over this.  Bummer.

This is around where I’d wiped out last week… you can see how this would be a potentially somewhat hazardous place to take a spill, and why I wasn’t keen on pushing my luck and riding through it again, and why I don’t want to be anywhere near this on a bike in 37mph gusts of wind.

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In totally unrelated news, yesterday at work, an Irish woman named Patty (yep) came into the cafe and told us, among many other things, that martinis are like boobs – one’s not enough but three’s too many.  She said she came up with that herself but she’s sure she’s not the first one to have said it.  I didn’t know how she’d have taken it if I’d have replied, no… no, you might have been the first.

Tags: biking, heated pants, weather, words to live by