So I rode home yesterday from Reston in what was probably the heaviest part of the snow. It was great fun. one out except the other crazies and a couple of very put out walkers. It was starting to stick to the trail by the time I got to the center of Vienna, and by the time I got to Falls Church, it was completely covered.
I did enjoy my own visions of me as Belgian Hard Man(tm) training in the snow.
Either way I thought discretion is the better part of valor, and, not having studded tires, I would forego the risk of black ice this morning.
**note to self; knock snow off bike *before* bringing it inside**.