
Safe Snow
I fly out the door on the Vespa scooter when I see fog or snow. Earlier in the week, I made it to the end of the street before I realized what I considered “safe” snow was anything but. And that I best get home while I still could. Those large, flying flakes were actually starting to ice up on the road. It occurred to me that it was stupid to be riding in the snow, perhaps even riding at all, if a bump or fall could add me to the already nervous medical staff of the local Emergency Room.
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