Oh the weather outside is frightful
But these tires are so delightful
And soon by trails to work I'll go
Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!
I don't show signs of stopping
With this armor my tubes ain't popping
My lights cast a funkier glow
When it snows! When it snows! When it snows!
When I leave work for the night
How I love heading out in the storm
Trackless powder beneath my bike
When I get home I'll be warm
With gas prices slowly rising
On pies I am relying
To get me where I must go
Let the snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!
Dear reader, the bit about the going out in the storm isn't actually true, at least when I can avoid it. On the other hand, while most of my colleagues have to choose between playing in the snow or going to work, I get to work by playing in the snow.
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