So go ahead, ride through the snow: Guys will respect you for your fortitude. Girls will love you for your courage. And your mother will think you’re nuts.

On buying the right lock to keep your bike safe and sound.

So in a traffic event as freakish and fun as a Virginia Beach blizzard, I ride my bike through a stilled-life portrait of cars in the city. With impish delight I pretend that Norfolk is New York, the Berkley Bridge is the Brooklyn Bridge.

When a gusting Nor’easter blew out the 25 candles laid out on Veterans Day to commemorate the 25 Virginians killed (in uniform) in Afghanistan, few were there to notice. Never have so many cared so little for the sacrifice of so few.

There are bike-friendly routes to be found in Norfolk. In fact, there’s a whole network that is passed by, unnoticed, by speeding motorists: parallel side streets and slower byways, where the speed limit doesn’t exceed 25mph, and the streets are bare of traffic-controlling yellow and white lines.