So as a biker I really should hate the snow, like lots. It's cold, slick, tough to bike through and often wet. Most bikers, at least the sane ones, pack it in at the sign of snow if they have a choice. However, I didn't have a choice. at 1:30 am I was in Vancouver at the foot of the Granville street bridge 15 odd kilometers away from my home, south-east and up in elevation. Now in defense of my sanity it didn't start as snow, indeed it was only a crusty/slushy bit that only stuck to some wood steps where I work, but that was only a hint of what was to come. Before long I'd be leaving a thin single trail through a thin layer of snow that covered the streets. To be fair, it wasn't deep at all which is part of why it was indeed possible, but that doesn't make it any less slick and as I got higher in altitude it became more and more clear that this would be something to worry about, especially near the end where it was cold enough that car tracks across the snow would merely pack it down hard instead of obliterating it, thus making it quite slick in those areas. Now along the trip there are a few downhills as well, this worried me somewhat since I knew I'd want to go fast, but should I given the conditions? Hell yeah! :D Topping out road bike gears on snow FTW. Yes it was scary as hell, but I know what I'm doing and didn't fall, thus awesome. Another cool thing about all this of course was the not being cool part, indeed there came a point where I was hot enough to unzip my top layers halfway down and I still came home well heated and sweaty ( yet in a good way somehow ) and with the strange exception of my right arm, not sore or super-tired, indeed I think I arrived home less tired then I left work. O.o

Anyways, yes I'm insane, but hey it's a living and a damn fine one at that. I managed to make some of the toughest biking conditions into one of the most enjoyable rides home I've had and that can't be a bad thing.

Amur_Tiger