The white, fluffy snow that softened everything this weekend has been transformed into piles of wet, dirty slush. The city hasn’t gotten around the completely clearing most roads, so the ride to work is mix of wet asphalt and a thin coating of slush — less than pleasant riding conditions. The road conditions seemed to worsen as the day progressed yesterday, and when I left my office, nearly every street was covered in slush. I was ready to wave the white flag and take the bus until the roads dried up a bit. I was a beaten man. Old Man Winter had won. As I was riding through the Strip, however, I saw another messenger coming from the opposite direction on Smallman Street. I lifted my head a bit, and as we passed he yelled “Yeah trackbike!” and I returned a “Yo!” Suddenly I didn’t care so much about the slush and cold, and I remember why I was doing this — I love to be on the bike.

Posted on 25 January 2005