|08:09 pm - Not with a bang but a whimper|
It's going to snow some time in the near future, so as long as it's possible biking weather I figured I'd better get to the hardware store for environment-and-concrete friendly salt. (The other kind destroyed part of my steps and walkway last winter.) So though it was -10C this morning (14F) with gusty winds, off I went, lugged a 22lb bag into the store and to the counter: and discovered I wasn't wearing my backpack. No wonder I'd felt so light on the bike.
Lugged bag back out to street display, biked home, got backpack, came back, bought, strapped bloody great thing to carrier, and walked two blocks to the good coffee place for some good beans. By this time flurries were coming down rather heavily. Got coffee, headed gingerly out into the white, got halfway home and realized, simultaneously, that it was too slippery to bike safely and I had a bare 40 minutes to make it to acupuncture. On dry streets that's a doddle: can do it in half the time; on ice trail streets with a 22 lb load it's suicide. Biked down to subway, locked bike, and then took a cab, because 30 minutes isn't long enough to get anywhere by the Dufferin bus. And all for the lack of a backpack in good time.
Of course, two blocks south of Bloor, roads were bare and dry. A very localized snow storm, that.