Snow and bikes. Memories of pulling the snow covered tarp off my bikes, and slowly running down an icy road with feet down. Memories of riding down a hill, realising I was on ice and a busy road cross ways the bottom. Just got off. 550 lbs of Kwaka and me sliding to the bottom, but not into the traffic. Memories of riding through snow storms, slow. Walking into the stops and the ice falling from the front of my jacket. Memories I treasure. Guess you had to be there, or been there.