When the side streets look like this:
My commute looks like this:
I pulled Oma out of the garage this morning, but then I put her back and walked to the L train. I could have biked, as Mr. Dottie did, but I felt like taking the stress-free route.
Now that I’ve successfully biked through two winters, I don’t need to prove myself over and over again. If I’m not feeling it, I don’t force it. I think some people expect winter bicyclists to be extreme-sport masochist types, but that’s so not my motivation.
I’ll be more adventurous once I get my studded tires on for the season. Without them, my nerves fray easily, but I’ve been too lazy to either switch them myself or bring them into the shop. Soon, soon.