After the snow showers blew through and night fell, had another 14-mile ride on the Minuteman, turning around at Bedford Street. The trail had less than an inch of snow on it, already somewhat textured by footprints and tire tracks (including one apparently made by a fatbike). Temperatures started in the relatively balmy low thirties, and fell steadily into the still-comfortable (after the weather of recent weeks) high twenties; presumably, it will continue to fall for awhile. At first, riding in the snow was absolutely silent. As the ride continued and temperatures fell, individual ice crystals started giving me back my headlights, a field of diamonds, and the occasional crunch of breaking ice could be heard. In a few places, large scuff marks suggested someone had wiped out on an ice patch lurking under the snow. The studded 559-47 Nokian W240s, inflated to 40 psi front/46 psi rear, padded along happily, in their element. The big tree on Taylor Lane (near the Revere Street crossing in Lexington) was lit up, cheery light in the Winter darkness.
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