Thursday, December 20, 2012

To land on the snow

Today I commuted by bicycle, as yesterday it almost stopped snowing, and it was also rather cold, -13 °C, which meant that the remaining snow on the road was hard enough to carry the bicycle without problems.

It took 65 minutes to ride the bicycle to work, and 70 minutes back to home. Not too bad. Most of the way was surprisingly good as the bicycle paths had been plowed of snow, but then there were some rather bad places as well, where the snow was in piles and hard ridges or hadn't been plowed away at all.

In fact, Finnish Yle put up a web page for readers in Helsinki to report places where snow hadn't been removed from roads or caused danger. There are already 500 reports from readers. (See here, in Finnish.)

During the day we got about 5 cm of new snow in Helsinki. The snow was very light, so it wasn't too bad, but it also hid the bumps and hard ridges underneath, so one had to be extra careful when riding the bicycle.

Of course, if one would have a bicycle with wide tires and full suspension the situation might be different. But such a bike is heavier, and has more parts which can break.

On my bicycle there is no suspension, and the tires are relatively narrow, but I have 240 studs in the front tire and 106 in the back, and that is good, giving good grip for steering and enough traction in the back without being too heavy. And the new gear hub has worked flawlessly. Winter riding was one reason I originally wanted to have a gear hub, anyway.

It was good to ride the bicycle, as I had started to get a bit anxious about exercise, having been too busy with other things to even go for a long walk. This helped a lot.

(Posting title is from the poem At first I thought by Tom Hennen.)

Jamming their crimson reflections against the windows

I have been commuting by bus and tram earlier this week, because we have got so much new snow that riding the bicycle would have been rather hard. But also trams have had trouble, and once I got stuck in a tram car which couldn't continue to the next stop because other tram cars had got stuck there due to electrical failures. So, all the passengers had to go out in the middle of a street filled with cars.

(Posting title is from the poem Towns in Colour by Amy Lowell.)

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Like notes of a crazy song

It has been blurry, these past few days. As a colleague said, "make the world ready before Christmas". And another was asked by her daughter what he had done at work, and the answer was: "I saved the world."

But soon there will be time to relax and ponder the beauty of winter. Snow depth is now 64 cm...

(Posting title is from the poem How It Adds Up by Tony Hoagland.)