Snow in the park
The first flurries started around 2 p.m. Thursday evening. By the time I left work at 5:30, the streets were wet and their was a fine accumulation on the coldest patches of ground. However, I had to pick up my old - and ugly - mountain bike from someone who had borrowed it. It felt very awkward to ride, so I took it on the train to the station closest to my house. It handled fine in the inclement weather, but was very hard to mount, even with a somewhat dropped top tube!
The beast. With snowfall.
This morning dawned cold and icy. If the Takara's rear brake weren't freezing up, I might have ridden in. But in slippery conditions, you really need to have that control over your rear end... So it was another day on the train.