Front'n

We in the Burgh were kindly reminded today that spring has not sprung.

The snow started later yesterday evening. Big fluffy puffy flakes began to innocently drift down to the streets of Pittsburgh. I don't know if anyone was prepared for the blizzarding mess that ensued into the early morning. 8 inches of mess. Come 7:45 last night, I decided that getting to my evening yoga class was an impossibility, and so I would have to wait till 6:15 the next morning.

I currently cannot decipher how I came to this conclusion, but I swear it was quite logical last night.

Come 5:45 this morning, I realized I would only make it to my class on time via bike. I layered up, and carried my bike one block over to a well traveled road, which was wet and sloppy, but the conditions certainly looked manageable. As my bike slid into the intersection at 44th and Penn, I realized how effin wrong I was. To my good fortune, no one was nutzo enough to be out on unplowed Penn before the sun came up. Which is also quite convienent seeing as my rear light was stolen last week. Halfway down Penn I saw a shadowy figure walking towards me. As I got closer, he glared straight at me and grumbled, "Whats with the front?" to which I throught, "Really? I am not fronting I just look goofy because I am trying to keep balanced!" Well, upon looking down, I realized my front light was out of batteries and so in retrospect he probably said, "Where's your light?" Whatever. Why are you walking in the street, man? Who effin knows, it's 6 in the morning asshole.

Nothing like starting a day with a little light-less off-roading.