Having an ICE ride home

I was at work until 9:30 this evening building demos for the trade show next week. This is the latest I’ve biked home since the summer, and it wasn’t too bad: very light traffic, wet roads, 34°F and clear sky illuminated by a sliver-short-of-full moon.

Near home, it got interesting. The temperature had dipped below freezing.  At the top of the hill, I could see the moonlight reflecting off the ice crystals forming on the sidewalk.  I didn’t think it would be that bad, but there was some fishtailing whenever I’d run over branch remnants.  At home, my lawn, car and almost everything else were splattered by little white hail pellets.  It’s weird how much the weather changes in a mere few hundred feet above sea-level.

Anyone know how I can get a gold-lined parachute like Robert Nardelli, ex-CEO of Home Depot. Check out this contract.   I don’t think I could decimate their customer service as thoroughly if I tried, especially the dysfunctional self-checkout system, but I would be willing to work for half the cost.
Director Mitch is right: Carly Fiorina’s severance seemed excessive, but Nardelli’s is obscene.  The compensation board has some ‘splainin’ to do to the shareholders.  (But it won’t happen.  Ever.)

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  1. Hail Hail the gang’s all here…

    Since I got out the event I was at, at the Bell Harbor Center early, I was heading home maybe after 2:30. It started to hail, so instead of heading up and out to the I-90 Bike Tunnel, I went out to the Rainier Flyer Station. While sitting there, the hail turned to rain. After I loaded the bike on the bus, the rain turned to snow on the bus windshield, and you could see it sticking as we climbed up to Eastgate. There was still plenty of hail and snow all around BCC, but by Lake Hills, it was entirely gone.

    As for minute changes in elevation…I’ve my house is half-way up to the top of western plateau of the lake. When climbing to the top (at about 164th and NE 4th), which is maybe a mile a way and probably no more than a couple hundred feet at most, sometimes there’s a noticable difference in snow, ice, or fog.

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