Something about the snow brings out the kid and the monster in me.

The rush-hour ride home was just plain magical.  All the cars were inclined to travel single file as close to the center of the road as possible, leaving me plenty of space.

With Schwalbe Snow Stud  tires, traction was there all the way.  Worst case was any deep ruts impeding steering or that slippery brown mash potato slush.  That was only as bad as gravel, a tiny slip and the studs dig in and I’m off and cruising.