I missed my chance to ride in a full-blown snowstorm two weeks ago. Instead, Wenzday covered the final Red Fire Farm route for me while I parked myself at home on the couch, too sick to enjoy the first real storm of the winter. Didn’t set foot outside all day. It took almost a full week to kick that stupid flu-bug, but I finally did – just in time for the New Year’s Eve blizzard of ’08.
I got out early enough to finish my first of two Cambridge routes before the snow and wind really picked up, so it wasn’t really all that bad. It seems far worse when you’re inside looking out. It amazes me how people in Boston are not fazed by this kind of weather at all. At the height of the storm I rode past construction workers in cherry pickers 50 feet high, riveting metal plates onto a building on Amherst St. near Kendall Square.
Now, that would have made a much better photo than the one I’ve offered today, but my camera batteries died seconds after taking this photo on Athanaeum St. in Cambridge at the start of my second route. And that begs the question: “Huh?” Well, when an electrician’s van has the name of your unborn child painted all over it, you shoot first, ask questions later…