We had half an inch to an inch of snow on the bike paths by the time I left this morning. It was 28F. Big, thick snow flakes were falling, making everything in the distance fade into white. My bike path through through woods and along a river was beautiful, and I was the first one out on most of it.

Last night I switched the Nokians back onto my Cross-Check, so I just cruised through the snow. This was one of my best 8-mile rides ever.


Added, 8:45 a.m.:
It's 8:45 and very few of the car commuters made it in. More proof that bikes are more reliable than the steel coffins.