An Ode to Snow On the Roads
Trudging through the snow
On a wobbly, wobbly bike
Down the streets I go
Cursing all the way
Swirls of snow are slung
Amping up my fright
Oh What fun a long commute
Through the misty foggy blight
Oh, falling snow, falling snow
Cursing all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
My death-wish steed today
Paradoxically, the snow in my garden pleases me very much indeed. I think I am simply bitter that I live within walking distance to work and therefore had no excuse to stay home today (unlike half my office, humph) drinking hot chocolate in bed and drying the cats on their periodic and manic runs into the house from the garden.
Similarly, what kind of an idiot rides their bike through a blizzard? is also very much, a fair enough question. Fitness may indeed be the death of me.
On a wobbly, wobbly bike
Down the streets I go
Cursing all the way
Swirls of snow are slung
Amping up my fright
Oh What fun a long commute
Through the misty foggy blight
Oh, falling snow, falling snow
Cursing all the way
Oh, what fun it is to ride
My death-wish steed today
Paradoxically, the snow in my garden pleases me very much indeed. I think I am simply bitter that I live within walking distance to work and therefore had no excuse to stay home today (unlike half my office, humph) drinking hot chocolate in bed and drying the cats on their periodic and manic runs into the house from the garden.
Similarly, what kind of an idiot rides their bike through a blizzard? is also very much, a fair enough question. Fitness may indeed be the death of me.