Often times the difference between my percieved failure and success is one move, a catalyst that sends the course of action off into a different trajectory. Chit-chatin' like a couple schoolgirls we both missed the turn to 74 and would have been in Chicago had Jason not realised in Paxton. Woops. :25 min late arrival meant cel-phoneless Larry would probably already be off doing solo miles since none of the other usual suspects were answering phones or planning on riding.
We decided to scout cautiously after I spent some time doing ice slides in the parking lot. After a few "this is crazy" comments we struck out agianst hills, ice and snow covered roads, temps in the low 30's winds WSW @ 8, a fast running spillover road crossing and bridges that seemend to change from completely ice-covered to partially melted and dried in :20. The big hills had just enough traction to make them passable safely but with plenty of brake and smooth lines going down.
Plenty of sections were 100% covered and the hidden ruts almost sent my ride mate down on several occasions. I was more fortunate and felt solid the entire time except for when I was testing slide conditions and a few times rolling onto the shoulder distracted by the beauty. Thankful for keeping the rubber side down.
Good ride today, did some hill work and we both felt good about a short ride. It's nice to have the feeling that skill and effort allowed one to cheat potential disaster and walk away a little bit better of a person for it. Life seems to be a series of navigating similar obstacles, giving it our best or good enough effort and maybe with luck, somehow, sometimes it pays off.