Today in Minneapolis we had some snow. This was on top of yesterdays snow/freezing rain mix. Given the choice of slushy streets or bike paths with a mix of frozen slush on top of random clumps of ice, I picked the streets. This morning wasn’t too bad, actually, as the bike lane was still (sort of) visible. But this evening, after a a day of steady snowfall, was just a mess. No bike lane, roads covered in semi frozen sludge, cars spinning out, etc.
But I was determined to not wimp out, so I trudged my bike out the door after work and gingerly made my way to a bike path. It wasn’t terrible, as most of it was packed down, giving my studded tires something to bite into. But four miles later the trail ran out and it was time to take to the street again. And my tires slipped and slid in the slop and after it became clear that even taking the lane wasn’t giving me much better footing, I conceded defeat. About a mile from home, I took to the sidewalk and walked my bike home. At first I “there, there’d” myself. It was sloppy, cars were dangerously close when passing me, what if I’d gone done when one almost clipped me, etc. Then I saw not one, not two, but about six different cyclists go by. Just peddling away like it was a sunny day in the park. They are all braver people than I.