Sunday, March 23, 2014
Earlier, I'd passed the rider in the above photo, a guy who regularly commutes in single digit weather. When he walks his bicycle, I know roads are in terrible shape, which was precisely when my anxiety took a turn for the worse.
As conditions waffle between sunny and biting cold, and blustery precipitation, March really does resemble a ferocious feline.
I maneuvered—slipping and sliding can't be called driving—the mile long driveway today after I left work. The dirt road is still 85% ice and snow covered, yet temperatures had risen to a mild 39F. My thought process starts with "maybe next week", referring to possibly cycling the 11 miles. If more dirt reveals itself, even a yard or two a day, Spring biking can't be far behind.