Shabby Chic Boho I used to think winter was just an excuse to disappear under a pile of blankets, clutching a mug of hot cocoa and watching TV until my brain felt like oatmeal. Adventure? That was shuffling from the couch to the fridge in my socks, hoping I didn’t wipe out on the kitchen floor. But then my eBike and eTrike started calling to me like, “Hey, get out here!” Suddenly, winter wasn’t something to endure; it turned into this sparkling playground I’d been ignoring.
The second I rolled out into that cold, sharp air, everything flipped. My cheeks went pink, my scarf whipped around like I was in some dramatic movie scene, and the world just glittered. Those hills that usually had me gasping and questioning my life choices? Doesn’t matter now. The motor does the grunt work, and I’m grinning like I hit the jackpot. My body’s moving, but inside, I’m just cracking up at how good it feels.
Snow? Yeah, let it snow. A dusting on the road, a slick patch here or there, I don’t care. I feel like some kind of winter ninja. My trike’s a little armored tank, keeping me upright so I skip the whole face-plant routine. My eBike? Pure joy on wheels. If I want to pedal, I go for it; if not, I just lean back and cruise. The air smells cold and new, and suddenly I’m seeing things I’d never notice from behind a car window. Frost on the branches, sunlight sparkling, pine trees lining the streets, and I swear I can hear the forest saying, “Hey, welcome to the show.” Every ride’s a mini-adventure starring me, with the occasional snowman cameo.
You don’t have to be cozy but let’s be honest, it helps. Pile on the layers, stuff your hands into those oversized gloves, and pack a thermos with the hottest, sweetest drink you’ve got. Go solo if you want some quiet, or drag a friend and see who ends up with a scarf in their mouth. Bring a kid and suddenly you’re running a winter carnival, complete with squeals, giggles, and a bit of chaos. Winter stops being something you suffer through; it turns into something you actually chase.
When I finally get home, cheeks burning, hair wild from the wind, I feel more awake than any movie marathon ever made me. Riding my eBike or trike doesn’t just get me outdoors, it flips winter upside down and strings together these little bursts of joy. I’m not slogging through the season anymore. I’m gliding, laughing, spotting every tiny miracle that hides in the frost and snow.
So here’s my advice: grab your ride and just go. Fly down those icy streets, let the wind tangle your hair, let yourself feel it all. Stop for a sip of cocoa halfway, laugh at how ridiculous and great it is. Winter’s not something to hide from. It’s something to live, to play in, to notice all the small magic you’d miss if you stayed inside. And honestly? Once you catch that first breath of cold air and feel that spark, you won’t want to crawl under the blankets again.
