We had snow in the morning, and my studded tired bike is in the basement of the bike co-op because when I took it there to put the studded front tire on, I realized it was missing the nut to hold the front wheel on. Sunday I realized that I could have borrowed a nut from my other STurmey-Archer wheel (it's not as if I ride two bikes at once)... but it isn't going to be open 'til Wednesday.

Which is why I rode the Dahon, and in the a.m. snow the fatter tires handled the patches of snow and ice fine. During the day, the sun managed to melt the surface of everything while the temperature eked down into the low 20's. Then it snowed a little more.

When I went out to the parking lot, it was just a bit icy. I got about a quarter mile befoer there was an uneven place on the road off campus and the wheel slid out for a smackdown. I figured I'd walk down to the main road... maybe walk a lot of the way home ... but a math teacher happened to be leaving right then and going to my part of town, and that little folder went right into the trunk - just as another kind soul (who knew me by name because hey, I'm that lady who rides her bike ) pulled over to hand me the blinky that had fallen off and was blinking in the road, and he knew it was mine... (oh, and somebody else had let me know that somebody had picked up my blinky - adverse weather brings out the kindness sometimes).

This morning the radio guys talked about the treacherous conditions and how many accidents there were yesterday, including an awful one where a third grade teacher slid into a pickup truck and was killed. (Our guvmint has cut 'way back this winter on little things like salt. It was suggested that her obituary be sent to the governor...)

This morning I stuck a sponge in my sweatpants pocket for added protection, but didn't land on it I am most devoutly hoping things just dry out and blow away today; things had improved a lot as of this morning, and Wednesday I get my studs back.