I planned on doing laundry today. I knew that I would have to load up a duffle bag, sling it across my shoulder, and ride my bike the mile to the laundromat, since Jim and his car are both in Pennsylvania.
I did not plan on snow. I'm no good at looking outside and estimating how much has fallen, but it's enough to make bike riding a stupid idea (sidewalks not clear; streets with only one lane each way clear, not enough room to ride safely with a load). I guess I'm walking, and damn that's a pain.
I did not plan on snow. I'm no good at looking outside and estimating how much has fallen, but it's enough to make bike riding a stupid idea (sidewalks not clear; streets with only one lane each way clear, not enough room to ride safely with a load). I guess I'm walking, and damn that's a pain.