My spill on Saturday didn’t hurt me physically really at all. But what I didn’t realize was that my confidence about riding in icy conditions shattered when I hit that pavement. Fortunately for me, temperatures on Monday soared into the mid-50s, so I rode with confidence. Tuesday and today, though, have dipped ever lower into the sub-freezing zone, so this morning I rode in 19-degree weather. Although the sun shone and only a few gusts marred my commute, I still crept along at a snail’s pace, seeking out dry and clean pavement even if it meant riding far to the right. I didn’t trust myself to ride even on what looked like water, since the ice I slipped on this weekend looked like a big patch of wet road.