I had a long week of work. Three days in Germany with delays on flights both ways. While my colleagues in Bremen are very friendly and accommodating I was itching to ride. The weather forecast in Bristol was for heavy snow. With typical British skepticism, I thought I'd believe it when I see it.
Seven am Friday, up. Out of bed, peek out of the curtains. 3" of fresh snow on our road. I was supposed to be doing half a day at work then heading to the London Bike Show but made the executive decision. I'm staying here. I called my boss. "It's dangerous to come in, so I'm not". He admitted he wasn't either. Done. The On-One Fatty got fettled then I headed out for a ride in the snow- avoiding all roads. It doesn't snow often in the UK, so you have to make the most of it when it does. Brilliant fun. Wrap up and do it.
