Expanding job demands and many, many late nights at work have forced me to put the bike up for the winter. In fact, I had to do it way back in September. I am very impressed and humbled by all those people who are bicycling through the winter, in darkness and occasional rain, but I choose the bus when I know I could be at work 'til 9:30 at night.
Or even - sigh - the car.
Oh well. There's always next year. In the meantime, I swing very wide when passing a bike, and I am teaching my 15-year-old to be hyper-vigilant about cyclists whenever she is behind the wheel.
"Yes, Mom, I know. I saw the bike," she says, rolling her eyes.