Through rain, sleet and snow...

It's been a mild winter, but we did have some cold temperatures and a skiff of snow.  I decided to test out Skeeter's 4-wheel drive capability, not being able to pass up snow on the grass, but very little on the streets.  It sounds adventurous, but isn't.  After putting on my usual mountain of clothes, sporting my Nanook-of-the-North-look (minus the spear and standing posture), I headed out--warm and unrecognizable, music loud, every light flashing.

Skeeter actually has two sets of brakes and I can feel them engage going downhill.  The scooter slows significantly as if to say, "Whoa, girl!".  Snow and ice really brings out the turtle pace in her, but she stills stops on a dime on ice.  Four wheels, low center of gravity...my almost–all terrain vehicle just moves right along, bolstering my confidence.  It feels safer to be on a scooter than behind the wheel of a car.  As I'm scooting along, it occurs to me that I'm more likely to adversely "encounter" a vehicle in winter weather.   How smart is this?  Do I really need to be out?

There's always another day (thank you, Scarlett).  Rain?--it's the northwest; Snow?--maybe; Sleet!--nope.  Hot tea and a fireplace sound better--at least until the roads clear.  Actually, Maui sounds better.

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