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Bob Ross, that happened to me twice.
I took an epic walkabout at the age of 20. I left college, my job, my apartment and took my bike to Europe to wander with no itinerary. I started in September. In early December in the south of England, it snowed where it rarely snows. The region was stranded. I decided to go back home to the US. I was in Stratford Upon Avon, Shakespeare's town. I waited a day for things to stabilize. The next day, I rode to Oxford. It was still cold, and there were snow banks on the roadsides. I rode 50 without stopping, and my cold feet were killing me. I double my wool socks which made my shoes too tight and didn't make me warmer. I took the train to London and then had to cross the city on my bike loaded with panniers etc. The streets had not been plowed, and traffic was snarled, and I slipped and slid with my laden bike. A man in a "lorry" ducked his head down to say, "You're mad, you know." Imagine this in a heavy London accent. If I had lifted my head to him, I would have fallen, so I just yelled, "I know."
More recently, NYC had a snowfall so big that the mayor declared an emergency and said no one may drive. Everyone took off from work, so I decided to try my bike with my brand new studded tires. They didn't help at all, because they're ice tires, not snow tires. When I put my foot down on the pedal, I fell over on my side. It didn't hurt because the snow was a big cushion. A man standing outside his workplace smoking a cigarette watched me try foolishly. He didn't speak English, but he had to say something. He yelled, "Bike!" Imagine this in a Chinese accent.