I love biking in the winter. Drivers are generally going slower, and they pass me with three feet. My ridiculous hot pink snow suit keeps me completely warm, AND it puts a smile on my face. It's too bad my winter bike broke last week during that amazing sleet/freezing rain/hail/snow storm. My ski pants were covered in something that looked like cake icing and I was having a blast. I've been taking the train and walking everywhere instead of riding my bike this week. I felt very envious when my partner sent me this email:
"When I left today the neighborhood streets were all covered in snow, but I assumed that like every other time in Chicago, the main roads would be clear. As I was apporaching Armitage fron Albany, I wondered why all the cars on Armitage were going 5 miles an hour. When I got to Armitage it too was covered in snow and everyone was moving very slowly. I stared in disbelief as one of the main roads I travel on was in such bad shape. I decided that this was not worth it at all, and that I should just get on the bus.