Saturday was my mom’s birthday. Four of my sisters, my oldest niece, her husband, my wife, son and I took Mom out for lunch. We went to a Mexican restaurant. I ate veggie fajitas. They were good.
Saturday also marked my most extensive bicycle riding on snow and ice. We got our first real snowfall of the winter back on Dec. 26, and I was leery of riding my bike for several days afterward. I ran on streets I normally don’t run on to see how dry they were before I rode my bike on them. I solicited advice on riding on snow and ice from Facebook friends and Twitter followers. Some was good — slow down, get studded tires — some not so good — get a good pair of boots and hoof it. I decided to slow down, besides I already owned a good pair of boots.
Most of the streets I ride to get to and from work were dry by the time I got my bike out after that snow, so I felt pretty good. I had no accidents and the weather warmed up and the snow melted. Then the snow fell again Thursday and Friday. I rode Thursday night after a light dusting during the day. Then Friday brought 1.4 inches of snow. Less than Dec. 26, but enough to make it tricky, especially since enough sun shined Saturday to melt some of the snow, then after the sun went down, the snow froze back into ice.
Some of the streets I rode on today were clear and mostly dry, others, not so much. Those are the streets where I slowed down and hoped that I didn’t need to make any sudden stops. I didn’t, and I got home in one piece without incident. All told, I rode about 6 miles Saturday.
Sunday’s forecast calls for a wintry mix turning to sleet. Oh fun.