As I write this, I've lost all will to go out on a Friday night. It's because it's sleeting outside and riding on a sheet of ice doesn't appeal to me right now. I will ride in the morning, probably to prove something to my self that begins with "I know I'm an idiot but..."
Sometimes, its a good idea to lower your tire pressure when the conditions are foreboding. Its also a good idea to take the train and have a coffee as you have your face pressed into some stranger's armpit.
I always wear as many layers as I can; firstly, for warmth and secondly for padding against the inevitable tumble. However, there's something addictive about the feeling of losing grip with the pavement. An 'oh shit' moment of exhilaration that seems to go on forever and is, especially on ice, not as bad as you thought it was- good for a small black and blue mark. Which, at all times, is better than riding the train.
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