Today was a first in my time as a commuter cyclist in Memphis: I biked to work in the snow! Â Granted, there was little accumulation on the ground at the time, maybe an inch or two, and the roads were mostly clear, just a little slush on the shoulders. Â But still, nothing I’ve experienced as a commuter cyclist compares to biking into driving snow. Â By the time I got to school, after about 20 minutes on my bike, the lenses of my glasses were almost completely covered in snow and ice. Â I should have wiped them off before I got to my office but I wanted to take a picture of the full accumulation. Â You can see that picture and a few others below.
What makes me laugh a bit is how days like today create an ever-widening gap between how I see myself and how others see me. Â I’ve never been particularly athletic or competitive with others. Â The last time I played a team sports was in middle school. Â The sporadic exercise that happened in the interim years was largely voluntary and solitary. Â For me, biking around town is not a way of proving my manhood or testing myself against Mother Nature – it’s just what I do.
And yet, after I posted the picture of me at the end of my ride on my facebook profile, the responses were overwhelming. “Impressive” read one. Â “You are an inspiration” claimed another. Â A former student went so far as to say that he will never be the man I am. Â OK, well … maybe, maybe not. Â I’m not sure how to quantitatively measure manliness, but I guess biking in the snow bumps me up a bit on that scale.
Whatever the case, here are those pictures. Â Enjoy.
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