Mashed Potatoes

That is as close as I can come to describing the consistency of the snow we are getting, right now. It was a little weird to ride on, and apparently slick as snot for the cars on the road.

I like riding during a snowfall, I just get tired of the snow hanging around, later. The flakes coming down make the ride seem quiet, and unhurried. Riding in the snow is peaceful. (Of course, it's also dangerous, since the people sliding around in the cars can't see you, very well, even if they maintain control of their vehicle. But, what's new?)

Anyway, I was having a good time on the way home, and it must have been pretty evident. I pulled up to the stop sign at 14th and Kearney, and had to wait for some traffic. A guy crossed the street, on foot, as I was sitting there.

"Man!" he exclaimed, "If they can't see that grin coming, there's something wrong with 'em!"

Then he repeated it, to himself, as he walked on.

I laughed, and crossed 14th into the King Soopers parking lot.

Grinning like an idiot: My normal state on a bike.

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