I normally don't bike this late into fall. Even when I biked regularly as a much younger man, I would usually give it up for the season in early November.
This year, I've decided to bike until I can't. That means no matter what the temperature, or how much snow and ice I see on the ground, I get out there and try. If I can't do it, I just go home and try again the next day. But I always try.
I've yet to miss a day this season. I've managed to ride at least 13km each weekday this month and last. Just yesterday, however, I was reminded as to why I haven't done this in the past.
While biking through Marie Curtis Park, which starts in Toronto and ends in Mississauga, I hit a patch of ice on a turn and completely wiped out. I wasn't hurt, just reminded that ice is slippery and dangerous for cyclists.
But I'll be going out there again today. I've designed a route with very little interaction with the true dangers out there: trucks, buses, and cars. If I catch a little ice on a park trail at least I know I'll live to write about it.
