Back when I was young and vigorous, I decided I would try out winter riding. I had a blast.

Until I met ice. The first time I fell, I magically landed in a snow bank. To tell the truth, it was fun. Another 50 yards or so the bike slipped out again and I landed on the ice. After the next few falls on the ice I decided winter cycling was not for me. And I walked like the aged, decrepit old man that I am for the next 2 weeks. That was about 5 years ago.