Neither rain, sleet or snow. 17 degrees. 10″ of fresh ‘snow’. I say ‘snow’ because it was kind of a corn chowder mash up of mashed up cookie batter that froze as soon as it hit the bike. I gotta say – a regular ‘chain’ bike would not have made it 100 yards. The Belt of Love never skipped. Never slipped. Never missed a beat. And the beer at the end of the rainbow never tasted better.