The Fine Art of Knowing when to Quit

Marvellous as they are, my ice tyres don’t quite manage to cope with the situation where all the snow in the surrounding fields has been blown into the road where it has gone just slushy enough to make even the most intrepid cyclist have to deploy God’s stabilisers just to stay upright.

snow covered road

I had a feeling that every dip and hollow between Nearest Village and the Papershop was going to be similar and so, not being all that intrepid, I turned round and deployed the other half in a car instead.

huge pile of snow

It’s going to be fun when this lot melts…

lambs getting fed

But after dire stories in the news about buried sheep, I was relieved to see these little chaps looking so chipper. Clearly right inside the feed bucket is the place to be this March…


4 Responses to The Fine Art of Knowing when to Quit

  1. zungg says:

    I’ve found the same thing – I can ride in snow – even several inches of fresh powder – and across ice, but car-churned slush just cakes the tires makes riding next to impossible.

  2. disgruntled says:

    yup. And once you’ve started to slither a bit, the confidence is gone, which is half the battle lost right there…

  3. stay safe in all that snow… we had none, but have had a strong Easterly wind for days adding to the chill factor…

  4. disgruntled says:

    I’ll be glad to see the back of the east wind! It’s the worst part of all

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