I rode from home to the supermarket on Monday night to get something for dinner. My wife said I was nuts but didn't try to stop me. We had just gotten freezing rain, so there was a fresh coat of ice on the roads all over. I figured I could figure out a way to get there safely. And I did. I had to descend a steep hill, and as soon as I felt my rear brake skid, I slowed way down. I kept slowing and slowing and kept hearing my tires crushing the soft coating of ice. I think I might have felt my front wheel skid! But it didn't fall out from under me. I moved over to the sidewalk, going very slowly, sliding my right foot on the ground. I made it fine. The steep downhill is about 1/4 mile long, with a round trip of 2 miles.

The rest of my ride was much easier.

I feel like the more skill I acquire doing stuff like this, the better I feel about myself.

I eat danger for breakfast! How about you?