Apparently the air temp got a bit low last night on my way home. I froze to my Balaclava. Well, my beard did. No frostbite that I am aware of yet (nothing is purple). I didn't get home till a few minutes after 8 so my commute took an hour and a half again. But the trails through Eagan were complete shite. After 4 miles of zigzagging through muck I took to the streets and the going improved.
I wasn't surprised to see snow on the Mendota bridge... I was surprised by the ice on the Bloomington side. Twice.
I would like to say the teenage drivers on Highland Parkway are much more polite than the old fogies in their minivans. Do they feel threatened by a cyclist? Do they think following closer will make me move over into the mushy snow? I know my rights. [/rant]
I need to get Shannon grips for her bike. I don't know how we forgot to get them before... I don't know what I'm going to do, usually when I get to Hiawatha it is just moments before close... I'll have time to...browse...dun Dun DUUN
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