Did you know that once there is a coating of ice over wool the garment is essentially wind- and waterproof? Amazing!
Today was the first day ever as a bike commuter that I walked a significant distance. The low-slung clouds I could see as I pedaled west on Ridge Road became freezing fog after I had climbed into them in Golden. Illinoising was a sheet of ice. I walked up the sidewalk, feet on the ice/snow covered grass along the edge and a hand firmly on the saddle and one on the stem. Then I had to walk up the long hill along Highway 6 using the same tactics. I only fell once, and that was early on, as I made a sharp turn on the CCT. I discovered very quickly that keeping perfect posture is key on solid ice.
Oh! And I also logged my first fixed gear commute today to. No, I didn’t convert the Cannonball to a hipster machine. My front and rear derailers froze in place. The rear was in the optimal middle position. Unfortunately my front derailer locked up on the big ring (what was I thinking!) and it was mainly because of that fact that I had to walk the hills. I stopped once and tried to bully the hanger over but it wouldn't budge. Locked solid, like a caveman in a glacial ice.
I opted not to travel (travail) through Applewood and Denver West. The few cars (moto-fascists) I had the pleasure of encountering on my jaunt along Ridge Rd and Tabor acted like there was NO ICE on the roads. Idiots. I decided I wanted to maximize my chance of survival, so I stayed off the roads for the most part after that.
The ride home is going to be fun. I think the snow has started in earnest since I got to work. There's nothing like a coating of snow on a sheet of ice to make you feel silly slamming your 4WD SUV into a telephone pole.