Sometime last winter, we conceived of an ice-bikin’ song, to the tune of Space Truckin’ by Deep Purple. Mark Rehder recently found the time to complete the lyrics:

Well, I'm lookin' out my kitchen window
and snow is cov'ring near and far
the streets are really slick and icy
you wouldn't want to drive a car

I've got pedals and some studded tires
I'm ready for some cyclin' fuuuunn

Come on, come on, come on
let's go ice-bikin'
Come on, come on, come on

The temp'rature is dropping quickly
I hope my fingers don't go numb
yeah yeah yeah yeah my toes hurt!
folks would think I'm really dumb

I've got five or six layers of clothing
I'll still get soaked from slushy spray-ay-ay
but it doesn't really matter people
I'm on my bike and on my way!

Come on, come on, come on
let's go ice-bikin'
Come on, come on, come on