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>ride to work in flurries
>ride home, 2 inches accumulation
>carbon roadie with memeskins slightly underinflated
>no salt on roads, poorly plowed if at all, 5 miles with elevation change
>can't be helped, phone has no data and no wifi to call an uber, no public transit
>take off on road that was not plowed at all
>does that limp pedal fail and doesn't take off at first, where the pedal rotates and there is no forward thrust, guess no friction to push off, sorry for bad description
>have to quickly hit the second pedal down from still position, so no feet on ground, just to get going
>take off, sliding all over, god did not intend this
>get to a road that was actually driven on, follow tracks laid by the cages so I can touch asphalt
>start getting decent speed, still wary
>few miles out, surprisingly did well, just can't start at all on uphills so better not stop
>some pickup comes down road, yells at me, "you're a fucking idiot!"
>shout "fuck off" and keep going
>not 5 minutes later a speeding sportscage passes me with less than a foot of clearance (law is 3 ft)
>make it most of the way home
>there's a final hill and then a steep brake-grinding downslope that my street is 3/4 of the way down on
>have to walk it on the sidewalk, no visibility to cages from behind if on street
>finally get home, feel pretty good
>takes 40 minutes in perfect conditions, somehow I managed to make it in just 1 hour
>was too focused on not sliding out and landing under a cage to be aware of the long upslopes or exhaustion
>wool socks and thick gloves, /toasty/ warm
Ice can fuck itself though.
