Bipolar Weather

The only thing that keeps me off my bike besides laziness is ice. Last night when I rode home (took the long route) the streets were still warm enough from the day to be wet, not icy, but all the trees and yards had a nice dusting of snow, and the park looked really beautiful. This morning I gandered out the window to assess road conditions while I was brushing my teeth. The roads were covered in a thin layer of frost and ice, which in most locales wouldn't be an issue, except that this is the lou, home of the puddle and manhole cover. I had a sudden image of myself hitting an icy manhole cover at Delmar and Skinker and sliding to my dismemberment under a ghetto-mobile while I was working on my molars and decided that I would walk. Besides, the Brookster brought me a new hat from Speight's brewery in New Zealand that I was just dying to wear. So off I marched, listening to Nick Drake's Five Leaves Left on the iPod and enjoying the cold air and bright sunshine. Stopped by Kaldi's for some pumpkin bread and a latte and then on to the lab. Sun has been shining for hours so the temps will hit the mid 40's, maybe even the fifties! Perfect winter riding weather in the lou, and the Trek is at home. Stupid bipolar weather.