Interesting commute this morning, to say the least. Everything iced over, and with a freezing drizzle coming down.

I opted to ride as far as the bus stop and load the bike on board for the part of my ride where I usually am out in the traffic (which is the lion's share). Not only do I not yet trust my solid ice/frozen rut skills, but I do not trust the drivers out there to be able to stop should I dump it in the middle of a multilane arterial.

But I did ride about a mile and a half through the residential part of my ride getting to the bus. It was my first chance to ride studs on a lot of frozen stuff. Interesting. And of course, as soon as I went to put my foot down, I quickly found my butt on the ice, my bike in my lap, and me laughing uncontrollably. I've also come to a new appreciation of why so many winter riders like FGs (cool! another project! )