A Biking First
The weather outside really is frightful. That makes life inside frightful too. I hate being cooped up.
I always ride my bike to the music class I teach on tuesday mornings. Usually I have a trailer with kids and/or instruments. It’s less than half a mile away so it’s really no big deal – in fact I think it’s easier than driving.
Last week was a little dicie. We had a ton of snow and to the best of our knowledge the city of St. Paul had hired one guy with a four wheeler and a plow attachment to take care of the entire city. At least that was Jodi’s take on things. She’s usually right so I believe her. Anyways, it was nuts riding a bike let alone pulling a trailer through the sludge. Lot’s of spinning out and fishtailing and precarious starts. But I made it.
So this morning even though it was 8 below before the windchill I thought I’d bike again. Good news – clear streets. Bad news – freaking cold. Once back when I was single and didn’t own a car and bike everywhere I actually had the condensation from my exhalation freeze one of my eyelids shut. That was wierd. But today I had a first. The condensation from my exhalation (I just like typing that phrase) actually froze my goatee to my scarf. Then everytime I moved my head it was like having someone yank hairs off my chin. Kind of like when facial hair gets stuck in a harmonica holder. Totally bizarre. Totally painful.
And I’m totally driving to the 400 bar tonight. Hope you are too!
Nate.