Thread Drift: Your quote reminded me of one of my favorite cycling experiences ever. January 1993, I'm living in Boston MA, it starts snowing -- heavily -- one night, and my best friend who lives less than two miles away says "Come on over, we're having a party." So I don my winter jacket and grab my Peugeot rigid MTB, and I start riding the <2 miles to his place.

Did I mention it was snowing heavily?

In the time it took me to get from my front door, where the snow was already about 6" deep, to the first traffic light a quarter mile away, the accumulation had doubled. Seriously.

And as I continued pedalling in this ever-deepening white fluff I was admittedly shocked at how quickly it continued to accumulate. I swear to god there was 16-18" inches of snow on the ground when I finally arrived at my buddy's place ~20 minutes later.

Anyhow, the part that your quote reminded me of was: On three separate occasions during this short frigid commute, a driver in a car pulled up next to me, rolled down the passenger-side window, and shouted "YOU'RE CRAZY!!!"
Three different drivers.

Ah, memories...