Ice is bad for bicycles

When it's on the ground, anyway. Twenty two degrees and no wind with a clear sky means the commute should'a been pleasant. I had enough clothes on that I was warm. My feet needed another pair of socks, but I can solve that tomorrow. I didn't suffer from cold or overheating from my exertions. The streets had been reasonably clear of snow and ice from yesterday. The patches I had been through hadn't affected my traction or balance too much. And then I hit the top of the floating section of the Esplanade. I tracked right just a little too early at the top of the rise and my rear tire slid out from under me. My right knee, my right hip and my pride all bruised in one go. [sigh]