So I went out Wednesday afternoon a little later than I had planned to try and squeeze in a ride before the snows hit. The forecast said I had plenty of time. Snow wasn’t supposed to start falling until around 6. Leaving the office at 4 for a 90 minute ride, I thought I was golden.
The ride started off quite well. Temps were around 35, no wind to speak of and the roads were dry. With a couple of layers on I was quite comfortable, actually. On the road, I noticed I wasn’t the only one with this idea. I must have seen at least a dozen other cyclists trying to squeeze in their rides before the storm hit. Besides, every time this year they’ve told us a big snow was coming it amounted to much ado about nothing, really. Well, Mother Nature decided to teach us a bit of a lesson it seems.
About 10 miles into my ride, I noticed some small flurries coming down. Pellets, really. Nothing was sticking, roads were staying dry. The wind had picked up just a bit, but nothing too bad. Regardless, I decoded to cut the ride a little short and turn back a little earlier than I had originally planned. Discretion being the better part of valor and all that. Turning east and coming down a hill was when I noticed things were going to get interesting pretty soon as off in the distance I saw the telltale low clouds of snowfall. I hoped I could beat the storm back to my truck.
Unfortunately, such was not to be. About 5 miles out, the little snow pellets turned into big, fat, sloppy flakes. Within a mile of that the roads went from dry to completely soaked. Despite constantly saying as much you easily forget how quickly the weather changes in Colorado. By the time I got back to my truck, my bike was covered in dirt from the sand that had been put down mixing with the melted snowflakes on the road. Amazingly enough, I was quite warm. Well, apart from a couple of fingertips and toes, at any rate. All the more shocking when you look at the ice encrusted to my bike’s rear end.
So, I guess that’ll teach me. (Not likely, as I’m sure the peanut gallery is saying.) Still glad I got the ride in. It actually was rather fun, aside from worrying about all the typical Boulder drivers leaving town. At least I was going against the traffic. Of course, when all is said and done, I was back on the road for a ride today at lunch. Snow on the found, but the roads were dry. Ah, Colorado.