The Watched Pot Boils Faster Than An IED…

…compared to the ice on a watched bike lane.

I’ve been patrolling the bike lanes on my main routes to get to work – Summit and/or Minnehaha Avenues – to see if the ice is anywhere close to receding far enough to make biking to work tenable.

Not yet.  And I’ll cop to it; whatever motivation a zero-degree morning doesn’t sap, my cold-weather-averse kids do.

But next week?  A couple of days above thirty-five should do to the ice what a couple of “get on the bus on time, see-ya!”‘s should do for the kids.