I had this weekend dialed in before it even started: Swap out the studs for slicks on my commuter; swing by the annual bike swap to check out the goods and run into some friends; do a ride up to Midtown this afternoon; and then get the road bike ready for a ride on Sunday.
Those plans were hosed before breakfast. At 8 a.m. it was snowing so hard that when the wind swirled through my cul-de-sac, I could barely see my neighbors’ house across the street.
Later, I drove through the slop to get some cash for the bike swap. The ATM was out of service. I drove to the grocery store and bought a doughnut so I’d have an excuse to use my debit card and get cash back. Finally, I made it to the bike swap ... a week early.
The damn thing is next Saturday.
The weather guys say we could have 11 inches of snow by tomorrow.
Snow in April sucks.