I am an avid cyclist. I bike all summer, through rain and sweat. I ride in rush hour traffic for fun.
But you could not beat me with a stick to get me on a bicycle tonight.
Bitter cold, black ice, and early darkness combine to create a suicidial situation unfit for two-wheeled human-powered locomotion.
Yet what do I see in the mornings or just now at Union Station? Fools on bicycles headed into certain peril.
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