Leading up to yesterday, the weather forecasts had called for yesterday’s snow storm to not amount to much of anything, maybe a dusting, nothing more. Then yesterday morning, the forecasts changed; we would now be receiving an inch perhaps, with a small area (near Walpole) possibly getting 4 inches. Hmmm….well, having a forecast change at the last minute is nothing new, nor is it unusual for a new forecast to be worse than previously expected. We just had to sit tight and see what the weather gods had in store for us.
All day long, the white flakes fell, but quick glances out my window showed the roadways were just wet, no accumulation. Even at the end of the day, when the fluffy white stuff seemed to be fading away, the roadways were nothing more than wet. Nice, this is turning out better than expected!
Ahh, but then things changed. Just before turning in for the night, I stepped outside to check on things. The wind had picked up, the fluffy white stuff was back, and picking up steam. Damn. Guess I just gotta see how things look in the morning…
Fast forward to the morning. I walked out to find a nice white blanket awaiting me. But not on the ground…on the roads! There wasn’t a bit of snow to be seen anywhere…not on the grass, not on the Jeep, and certainly not on the roads. But the salting crews had apparently been out, and they sure must have been mad at someone or something, because they hadn’t spared any expense. There were salt crystals lining the edges of the streets, looking like shattered glass. There were piles of salt dumped out at intersections. Everywhere I looked, the pavement was hidden by a thick blanket of pure white.
Fabulous.
The temps are going to be a bit better over the next few days, but there's no cleansing rain in sight. I may have to scrap the usual “salty roads = no riding” credo and just continue to get miles on while I can. Hmmmm….
Ride Hard, Wash The Salt Off Your Bike
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