Mr.Cob & Road Rash shared breakfast with us before we climbed aboard the sidecars for a ride in the hills. We had had a good coating of freezing rain the night before and didn'd need to go too far before we found the road encased in ice. It started as black ice, deceptive and invisible, and soon became a thick, hard sheet of slick ice, about an inch deep. You can see the white lines which are scratches etched into the surface by the sheet metal screws in our spinning tires. At one point Road Rash climbed out of the sidecar and onto the back of the bike to give me more traction. You can see mr. Cob come up behind us on our right. He slowed as he closed the gap and lost traction, fading from sight in my mirrors. He had to turn around and retreat to a flatter stretch of road. From there he was able to take another run at the hill and claw his way to thesummit. Even with two wheel drive and screws in his rear tire he had trouble making that hill. We tried to walk back down to give him a hand but the ground was so slippery we could not stand on it!