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(With apologies to Queen)
I want to ride my icicle
I want to ride my bike
I want to ride my icicle
I want to ride it where I like
What an exciting commute home!
I peeled away from work around 5pm. There was a light fluffy drizzle in the Factoria area, but nothing was sticking. By West Lake Sammamish, about halfway home, there was an accumulation on the shoulder. Nothing hazardous, but since it’s dark, I tried to ride to the left of the fog line.
On the last few miles home, the snow was coming down moderately hard (for here). Cars were backed up for a mile because a two people (ironically one SUV and one Jeep) had spun out. It felt weird biking on the snowy shoulder, passing cars on the right, but I wanted to get home.
On the final, short, steep hill home, whirrrs announced which cars had just lost traction. I pulled off to the side to walk my bike up the rest of hill. Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.
