Last year, I said T.S. Eliot had gotten it all wrong – that March was the cruelest month, not April. Well, this time, Eliot got it right. While not as rainy as last year, April was cold, snowy and as windy as Winnie-the-Pooh’s Blustery Day. Did you catch that middle one: snow? Snow in spring is pretty common here – but mostly little, adorable flurries trying to make something of themselves. Not super-duper, full-on snow storms. But I’ll get to that later. First, my stats. I’m thrilled to say that I made it another month with ZERO car rides* – yep, even in the snow.
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Apr ‘12 |
Apr ‘13 |
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| Bicycle |
16 |
20 |
| Car |
5 |
0 |
Pretty good, huh?
So about that snow… On April 16th, I woke up to serious snow coming down. That was Tuesday, my early morning, when I have to leave the house at 6:15 AM. Being April, I figured it would stop in a few minutes and melt off. It wasn’t sticking to the road, either, so I grabbed my bicycle without a second thought. This is pretty big for me, as even last year, I avoided riding when it was just raining. I don’t know what’s going on with me this year that has me fearlessly riding in conditions I haven’t before tackled.
Anyway, the first part of the ride was pure magic. Well, most of it. Whenever I was heading north, the snow – fat, wet, chunky snow – hit me hard in the face, which wasn’t very pleasant. But when I’d turn east, it was like being in a fairy tale. Or maybe a Lord of the Rings movie. The sky was pink just ahead, and darker and darker as I looked up. The snow fell in swirls all around me. It was glorious.
But when I hit the one-mile mark, I noticed that the snow was coming down faster and heavier and the road was suddenly covered in it. I was a little nervous at that point – like I said, I’ve never taken my bike out in snow and I do not have studded tires. So I took it very slowly. Very. I made it across the bridge – the most dangerous part of my journey on any day, snow or not – and had to ride the last mile north-bound, straight into the snow. I have to admit, I got pretty grumpy at that point. The snow was so heavy and wet and it was sticking to every crevice of my jacket. I was soaking wet when I arrived at work. I literally had to hang my outerwear on chairs all over my classroom, so it could dry.

The parking lot at work at 6:45 AM on April 16, 2013 – the snow had really started coming down at this point!
Oddly, I remember that day with great fondness. It may have been cold, wet and a little treacherous, but I can’t get that picture out of my mind when I was riding eastward, the pink sky ahead and all that snow swirling around. It was incredible. I’m finding that even the worst weather conditions can create the best memories. Plus, it really makes me feel good about my commitment to riding, when I power through, no matter what’s going on out there.
*I like to take a moment every few months to be very specific about my bicycle commuting so these reports don’t seem misleading. These numbers reflect only ONE aspect of my bicycle commuting: the commuting I do to and from Jobs #1 and #3, at a school a little over 2.5 miles from my house. My other job is in the afternoons at a school 6 miles from my home. I do not bike to that job, as the road to this school is almost all a rural highway, with a very small shoulder. I go to great lengths to avoid riding on the highways here as I do not believe it is safe. Plus, adding 12 miles to my daily commute would take a lot of me (I’m exhausted as it is!) and would add far more time than I can allow to my commuting. As for running errands, visiting friends and family, etc., I take the bike or car depending on weather conditions, my schedule, distance and my traveling needs. But I’m happy to say that at this point, I’m using my bicycle far more often than I use my car.
































