Sorry no pictures; this will have to do.
Starting my commute this morning I knew the ride was going to be tricky. It had snowed about three inches and then the temperatures came up to the borderline freezing level. So, there was freezing rain on top of the snow. It looks pretty and, it was actually kind of neat to hear the crunching of the ice/snow combo as my tires pushed through it. What I didn't expect was to go down at the first corner from my house. I hit a patch with some hidden ice below the snow and I was cutting the corner too tight for even my studded tires to hold on. I went down on my left side straight into about 8 inches of water and slush. The darn storm drain was blocked up creating a tiny little pond. I never came out of pedals until I landed and deliberately unclipped. Fortunately, I didn't injure anything but my pride. I did get an idea for what it must be like to be in the Polar Bear Club. I was soaked to the bone, and it was COLD. So, instead of riding that way for the next 30 to 40 minutes, I headed back to the house. Just got out of the hot shower (aaahhhhh that felt good). So, I guess I'll have to slow it down and take my corners a bit more carefully from now on. Whoever said you can't teach an old dog new tricks, doesn't know the power of the negative reinforcment form of operant conditioning.