The snow was really not that bad. Honestly, it was just a little wet. It had been snowing for most of the night. The day before I was riding in my shirt sleeves.
It’s funny how quickly the weather can change from blue skies one afternoon, to driving snow the next morning. 32 degrees. At 5 AM.
The first snow of the season. And I am out on my bike. You can call me “dedicated.” My secret is that I am prepared.