"DON'T FALL, DON'T FALL, DON'T FALL..."

This is what I say under my breath when I find myself out of control on ice. The bike path has been scary the past few days. We had freezing rain followed by a couple of freeze-thaw cycles - and it made some stretches of the path virtually unrideable. This was my view yesterday morning on a particularly slick stretch.

I have a really good pair of studded snow tires - which I thought would make me immune to icy conditions. Not true. This particular ice is virtually frictionless, and it is so hard that the studs don't seem to get a grip at all. Sharp turns are impossible... you literally have to come to a slow stop, dismount, physically aim your bike in the new direction, and start riding again. I've had a few close calls where I've been barely able to get a foot down before my bike slipped out from under me. The scariest episode was when I touched the rear brakes at the top of a steep hill, only to have the bike accelerate. I put my foot down to stop the bike, but my boot slid just as fast as the bike! I was lucky to be able to guide the bike off the path into some crunchier snow while still on my feet.

Riding while being constantly vigilant for an impending fall is exhausting. I'm looking forward to being off my bike for a couple of days... and hoping the ice clears by Monday.