a bold[sprints] adventure

Having gotten my polo fix earlier this week, and today being a holiday, I was on the look-out for some weekend bike-related goodness.
Thank God for Boldsprints!
It was snowing as I left for Cambridge, and it felt like I was getting facial acupuncture as I pedaled. And then nature and gravity decided to show me that my conviction that "I have a 'cross bike so therefore I can bike over/through anything" was just totally wrong. Good thing I wasn't with anyone though, as sliding down Mass Ave on my ass is one of my less charming moments.
I made it to the Middlesex, though, in one slushy piece. Hats were delivered, old faces seen, new ones met, and [some of a] beer consumed. And while 'Sprints didn't happen due to some impossibly difficult technical problem, fun times were had.

Until, of course, I was faced with the choice of pedaling home in the snow. With the roads not that plowed, fate seemed to imply that I would either be walking it or sliding home on one buttcheek.
But lucky for me, a friend offered me a ride home...if I biked to his house/car in Somerville. There was walking involved, but I'd like to think much less sliding.

Then a whole other adventure ensued in which the guy who was parked behind my friend wouldn't wake up but we could hear the TV on. Oh, and sliding sideways down the hills of Somerville when we finally got on the road. But of course, it was well worth it.
So...when is the next Boldsprints, again?