By this afternoon though, the sun was out and it all was melting. On my ride home from work, I was enjoying the sun and doing my best to avoid piles of snow left by snowplows and snow blowers. There’s an intersection at the bottom of a hill near where I live and from a few blocks away I could see a couple of kids playing at that intersection. I got closer and saw why. It was filled with water. The road I was on wasn’t filled with water, but there was an ten or twelve-foot wide puddle in the intersection between the road I was on and the road I was going to be turning on to.

As I was setting up for my left-hand turn, the girls at the intersection yelled “Hey biker, hey biker, I dare ya to ride through the water!”

“You dare me?” I yelled back. They didn’t know I was going to ride through it anyway.

“Yeah, come on!”

Alright then. I gathered some speed and picked a line, hoping I had picked one without the pothole. The splash as I rode through water up to the hubs was much bigger than I thought it would be. My shoes were soaked, but I kept my my forward momentum and started pedaling again at the far side.

“Oh, cool!” I heard one of the girls yell.

Yeah, I had to agree. It was pretty cool.