The bicycle is really a beautiful thing. I wish I could have seen myself and anyone else in this snow, it was memorable just looking at my feet.
Such an adventure it turned into! Every block a new puzzle, every corner another possibility. The serenity, the beauty, the struggle, the true feeling of earning a cup of coffee or a pastry. Life can seem so simple.
With only a front brake that only worked on a slightly more than psychological level, I learned how to turn (and go in a straight line) like a motocross rider. Also, skiing your foot really gives you a lot of control, and turning your foot out then pushing it into a drift works like magic to decrease speed.
I got hit and knocked down by a light tracked snow removal vehicle while riding thru campus. Campus was closed, so the bloke was probably used to not seeing anyone, and when I met up with him I braked and waited then he turned and I really thought I saw him see me. Then he backed right into me and pushed me into some large construction barriers.
He didn't stop until EB started banging on his cute little snow tank. He was completely oblivious and we'll just leave it by saying that I was really wary of snow plows the rest of the day.