I ride the bikeshare bikes to work, no matter the weather. Dressing appropriately (down jacket, fuzzy hat instead of the ubiquitous black trenchcoat and measly earmuffs of DC) means it's truly no big deal, but you'd think I was trekking through Antarctica or something the way people exclaim incredulously that they can't believe I ride a bike in this weather. I mean...it's a dusting of snow, people. It's barely below freezing. Here's an artsy fartsy dramatic poetic photo of snow fallen on a dried bouquet of a dozen red roses.
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