1.5 inches of fresh snow had fallen when I left the house and it was still coming down. We're supposed to get another few inches before the end of the day. The snow was wet and heavy and I had to drop my gearing way down just to push through it. As I got closer to downtown they had gotten more snow than at my house and I was riding through about 2.5" of the wet stuff. It was quite a workout just to hold 6 mph, which made my commute about twice as long as normal. Unfortunately I arrived at the client's office a sweaty mess. Also unfortunately because it was a client's office I didn't have access to my supplies I usually use to freshen up. Oops.

Shorty after I arrived a woman came into the office and announced, "Is the person who rides a bike in here?" Turns out the spot on the sidewalk where I've been locking my bike to a lamppost was hindering the snow removal equipment. She showed me a new place where I could lock up my bike inside a parking ramp. I informed her that I had considered using the ramp a few weeks ago when I first arrived at the client, but the big "No Bicycles!" sign at the entrance convinced me to park elsewhere. She said that sign was just to keep kids from riding around on the ramp and that I wouldn't have any trouble using it for my bike.