Yeah, I went for a ride in Denver one day, in April. It was 55 when I left, wearing arm warmers. I got 40 miles out and it started to smell like snow as I turned around. We got hit with a crazy snowstorm. By the time I got home I had 1/2" of ice caked on my shoes from the front wheel going through the slush. It was actually pretty fun, but it took a while to get the tootsies functional again. I was glad once the ice started sticking, because it killed the wind.