The commute home yesterday was intense. I didn't realize it was going to snow yesterday evening but, when I got to my bike, it was covered in snow. In addition, my front wheel had a flat tire. I pumped up the tire and decided to make a go of it anyway. For some reason, the tire remained inflated all the way home, but, this morning, when I checked, it was flat again. The snow and wind got worse as I moved up the mountain. I decided to take the road because I felt that the trails would be largely impassible. A few cars stopped and asked if I needed a ride. I appreciated their concern, but, even if I wanted a ride, what could I have done with my bike? Just ditched it to the side of the road? Another lady stopped in her car and told me that I was amazing for riding in the storm. My feet were quite cold, particularly my left foot. It was stinging fairly badly. I just kept thinking to myself - this will soon be over and I'll be enjoying a warm bath at home. When I reached the top of the mountain, I felt a great sense of accomplishment - one of the main reasons I love cycling - the feeling you get when you complete a difficult ride. I jumped in a hot bath but my left foot continued to sting for about five minutes. Gradually it dethawed. I've never had frost-bite before, but I doubt you could get it from an hour ride in a snow-storm. Nice ride!!