Oh yes, I remember. My girlfriend at the time was a member of the Army Field Band and was marching in it. I rode up to see her march. While crossing the 14th street bridge someone was drunk with cold and pulled her scarf over her eyes as she rode the other way. She ran into me and smashed my hand. After that I waited to see my GF, however I dressed up enough to ride my bike not to stand around. I have never been so cold. I wasn't sure that I could ride home so I tried to get on the metro without luck. I did make it home, but I couldn't feel my extremities.

The Potomic was almost solid ice that day.