I was one bad-ass bike commuter two weeks ago, when Boulder got its first REAL snowstorm. Actually “bad ass” probably more sums up what my, well, ass felt like after I hit a patch of ice on the bike path and proceeded to “turtle” on my backside until both bike and I were stopped courtesy of a snow bank.
Nice to look at, but this storm really put a damper on my commuting enthusiasm.
Enter Schwalbe. As in snowtires. Which my sister promptly reminded me couldn’t be much different than car snowtires — useless unless studded. She thought she was making a good point until I informed her that my new Schwalbes ARE studded.