
Congrats to Steve, Michelle, Mike and Bob....I wanna be like you. Being in the R-12 wanna-be club, we get creative and daring about getting out in the colder months.
On Thursday, February 18, one day after Steve and Michelle got their 12th, I decided to go out and ride the Windsor Wanderer 210K counterclockwise. When I got up at 6am and found no snow on the ground and a partly clear day, I thought I should go for it because the forecast was for some flurries in the afternoon and upgraded for more snow thru the weekend. With nothing prepared for a long ride, I quickly ate and threw all my stuff together, dressed for a cold day and got a crack of 8am start. If I didn't get out on Thursday, I'd just have one more week in Feb. to gamble and wait for decent weather and clear roads.
The ride started out at 28 degrees and warmed up into the low 40s for about an hour, then things started going bad. As I headed out from Platteville to make the northward trek to Windsor, the wind before the storm started up. Some nice, long straight stretches going north into the steady 20-30 mph headwinds. Heck, if I weren't out riding today I'd just be at home fretting about when I'd get a chance to ride before the end of the month. By the time I hit the store in Windsor, the storm had moved in, so I grabbed a quick bite to eat and refilled bottles, and headed back out to my anticipated tailwinds. Just as expected, I had a WONDERFUL tailwind along with blizzard conditions. How bad could it be (I was about to find out), anyway? Fifty miles to go, I'll be home in no time with this tailwind.

Stopped under the I-25 bridge to get out of the driving snow and try to get a drink. There was so much frozen mud on the bottle lids that I couldn't (and didn't want to) drink out of them. Upon stopping, I could see that the water was frozen anyway, and the perpetuem was looking like slurpee. So, not being able to eat or drink since Windsor, I was getting tired. Just 20 miles to go, I can do it. Who in their right mind would give up after 110 miles? Just keep moving.
Turned off of the I-25 Frontage road and headed west onto Hwy 52. Good shoulder in the dark, lots-o-snow, and making forward progression when I hear a car slowing, then pulling up next to me. Window down, it's a sheriff's car with a woman's voice asking if I need help. No thanks, I'm good. "OK", she replies and drives off.
Got to the Erie convenience store at Jay and County Line Rd. and decided to stop to use their restroom and try to defrost my bottles and get a drink. I must have looked pretty pitiful because the clerk asked if I was getting anything beside the cup of mocha (from those great self serve machines). When I said no, he said it was on the house and I was welcome to sit down and warm up.

Riding down Jay Rd. with 2 inches of snow on the pavement and blinded by the whiteout, I crept along in low gear. The bike headlight started flashing red, warning that the batteries were about to die. Stop at Hwy 287 because there are some good street lights at the corner in an otherwise very dark night. Sort of quick battery pack change and I'm off again. Everything takes so much longer when you're hands are freezing.

And that's how I got my February ride. Wonder how March will go?
Thanks for reading this epic tale.
Irene Takahashi