Sadly, all things must pass. That's especially true here in the Midwest where we are witnessing the end of the intoxicating fall weather we have enjoyed. It really did go on longer than usual and we have grown indignant over the interruption caused by our first winter snow. I mean it didn't have to come all at once, but it did, or is. We are supposed to have seven straight days of snowfall and the spandex hamsters are scrambling around to get their trainers set up and their Garmin whachacallits all calibrated so they don't miss out on a virtual KOM or their weekly excursion into Freddom.
I have a routine as well. Put the studded tires on the Hunq first, rearrange the bikes in the garage, wash the car and position it carefully out of the way of the bikes. That way I don't loose sight of my priorities, I can still wrench on the bikes, and the car stays snow free in case I should need it sometime during the winter.
After all, I might actually need it. It doesn't seem likely, but it could happen.