On the bike path last night, I was lollygagging a bit on my Cross-Check with heavy, studded tires. A road bike with slicks blew past me without so much as an “on-your-left.” My competitive instincts kicked in, and I kept up with him just fine.
Then we came to one of the few remaining stretches of ice, about 20 feet long. The road bike had to slow way down, get off the path and ride over the bumpy grass with scattered ice and snow.
My Nokians took me straight over the ice, no problems. I never saw the road-biker again.
Over the winter, I got used to having the path all to myself. Now that the fair-weather commuters are back, I'm going to have to learn to share again.