It took me 10 minutes to brush off the snow and scrape off enough ice to get underway. Even then, I heard the tell-tale signs of ice scraping against fender and brake shoes for nigh on a mile of riding.
When I got home, the bike nestled near the kerosene heater to thaw out. In a matter of 30 minutes there was naught but a puddle of water as a distant reminder of the frozen grip that had cruelly grasped my beloved Commuter.
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