I got out of work at 05:15 a.m. I hopped on my trusty old Trek and headed north, homeward. It was 21*F and I rode a quick pace for eight miles before aiming for my neighborhood. I would have rode slowly but I felt really good riding along at 15 to 18 mph just listening to my studded snow tires singing out on the dry pavement.
When I arrived at home I had racked up a comfy 10 miles. The only ice I encountered was on my chin whickers!
I poured myself a bowl of Wheaties and watched the sun rise from my dining room.
This afternoon I pulled our Van out of it's winter hidey-hole (my garage). Now the garage is my bike haven once again and I quickly set about doing 'Bike stuff'. I took the winter wheelset with the studded snows off the Trek and put on the summer rollers. I rode the Volae to work tonight and will probably be back on the Trek tomorrow night as they're forcasting rain. (The Trek is my 'Foul weather' bike.)
Ahhh. Now life is good again and things are finally as they should be.