A Wus I Am Not

We had major snow storm that started the evening of Christmas day and over the course of the next 24 hours deposited more than 12" of snow. As a result, we've been snow bound over the last few days and I was a bit stir crazy. To get some exercise, I ventured into my garage and was resigned to the fate of yet another ride on this...

As I stood there brooding over the fate that awaited me for the next hour, I heard a a quiet, almost indistinct voice behind me utter these words...

"don't be a wuss!"

I spun around to ascertain the source of such an accusation. This was what I beheld...

We eyed one another conspicuously for a moment and then I moseyed over to my gear and donned my helmet and gloves.

For the most part, the roads were clear...


...but there were a not too small number of patches of slush/ice which either necessitated slowing down and proceeding with caution or where it was I'll advised to ride at all...


I pushed on and ended up getting in a couple hours of good riding. I didn't break any speed records, but the scenery was breathtaking...


I even had a fan along the way, cheering me on...