(written for Bonedale Bike Week 2011) Layers and layers - fleece, wool, down, and polypro too dressing for sub freezing temps under the full moon gloves, hats, mittens, neck gaiters, scarves, socks, boots, hats, sometimes muffs fat as a Santa with all the fluff. Ice cycles grow from our noses on frost covered bikes we’re cruising the town. Snow lodged between fenders and wheels We’re peddling and pushing through inches of white pow now turned brown. slow turning corners, no sliding around feet dangling near to the ground ready ready to recover from slipping and sliding on dark icy paths. bike bling surrounds- horns, bells, whistles, booming tunes, shiny tinsel, and lights on the rear, in the front, in the spokes, wrapping the frame, held on tight blue, green, red, yellow, purple - lights spinning, twirling, moving, glowing, flashing lights reflecting on the snow in the sparkling moonlight. A rather intimate and hardy bunch camaraderie high, keeping warm with rum and such. Wipeouts