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magidNote to the bicyclist last night:
Please, when you decide to ride your bike at night in a snowstorm, consider having reflective clothing, since you don't seem to know you're legally required to have lights (front and back; that reflector doesn't count). Also, it would be nice if you didn't take most of a lane with your weaving.
Thank you.
That was the most egregrious, but certainly not the only, stupidity on the roads in this storm. Why do some people not turn on their headlights? Or try to gun their cars, when all it gets them is fishtailing? Or walk in the street with their back to traffic (on major roads, too)?
I started the shoveling season last night. My back and shoulders keep reminding me of it this morning.
The first snow was small flakes and dry, perfect for sliding on if there ever got to be enough in one place. I need to figure out if there's anywhere I can walk to that would be nice to ski around (rather than driving: even after the storm stops and I dig the car out, it's a hassle to find a parking space if I give one up). Not as good as going out into the woods somewhere, but able to do in an hour or so.
I put on my insulated workboots this morning, since they seemed the perfect option for the slog into work. I haven't worn them in years, but they felt fine on my feet. There seemed to be some sand from the treads in the hall before I left, but I ignored that.
Which turned out to be the wrong decision. Partway to the T, my boots started falling apart. Literally. The heels of the soles seemed to have come mostly off, flapping along as I walked. It got worse as I continued, my heels lower than the rest of my feet. I didn't want to turn back, since I'd already slogged through some mid-calf snow. Of course, on the train, I kept looking at everyone else's perfectly intact footgear, and wondering how odd I looked.
When I got to work, I took them off, and the heel part of each sole is completely gone, and the odd spongy stuff underneath (well, above, if the boot is upright) has also started ripping off, in pieces. And the front of each sole also has pieces that have come off. I've never seen this happen before. And no, these aren't boots I've worn a lot.
Luckily, I have some summer shoes at my desk, and there's a shoe store down the block. I'm still debating walking over in my open-toed sling-back shoes...
Still, very peculiar.
Please, when you decide to ride your bike at night in a snowstorm, consider having reflective clothing, since you don't seem to know you're legally required to have lights (front and back; that reflector doesn't count). Also, it would be nice if you didn't take most of a lane with your weaving.
Thank you.
That was the most egregrious, but certainly not the only, stupidity on the roads in this storm. Why do some people not turn on their headlights? Or try to gun their cars, when all it gets them is fishtailing? Or walk in the street with their back to traffic (on major roads, too)?
I started the shoveling season last night. My back and shoulders keep reminding me of it this morning.
The first snow was small flakes and dry, perfect for sliding on if there ever got to be enough in one place. I need to figure out if there's anywhere I can walk to that would be nice to ski around (rather than driving: even after the storm stops and I dig the car out, it's a hassle to find a parking space if I give one up). Not as good as going out into the woods somewhere, but able to do in an hour or so.
I put on my insulated workboots this morning, since they seemed the perfect option for the slog into work. I haven't worn them in years, but they felt fine on my feet. There seemed to be some sand from the treads in the hall before I left, but I ignored that.
Which turned out to be the wrong decision. Partway to the T, my boots started falling apart. Literally. The heels of the soles seemed to have come mostly off, flapping along as I walked. It got worse as I continued, my heels lower than the rest of my feet. I didn't want to turn back, since I'd already slogged through some mid-calf snow. Of course, on the train, I kept looking at everyone else's perfectly intact footgear, and wondering how odd I looked.
When I got to work, I took them off, and the heel part of each sole is completely gone, and the odd spongy stuff underneath (well, above, if the boot is upright) has also started ripping off, in pieces. And the front of each sole also has pieces that have come off. I've never seen this happen before. And no, these aren't boots I've worn a lot.
Luckily, I have some summer shoes at my desk, and there's a shoe store down the block. I'm still debating walking over in my open-toed sling-back shoes...
Still, very peculiar.