I recall many years ago..... I was about 22 ish... Lived in Iowa... My only transportation was a bike. So it was ridden all winter, even on snowpacked roads. Not fun, but if it's all you have, you do what you must.
A trip I took many years ago come to mind. I left eastern Iowa, headed for western Colorado. This had to be about 1975, 1976. It was April.... My steed was a Kawasaki Z1. I knew it was way too early in the year to be crossing the continental divide on a bike. So I took a southern route via south Kansas. I needed to cross the rockies but in April prefer to do it in southern Colorado. Needless to say I hit a blizzard in southern Kansas... No big deal.. Hide in a hotel for two days. The roads were clear and I was on my way. The rest of the ride to Grand Junction was uneventful. I did my two weeks in Colorado and it was time to come home. This time I wasn't so smart. I decided to come straight east on IH 70. I would have to cross Loveland pass. This predated the Eisenhower tunnel.
I started up the the western slope and the roads only got worse. The weather was cold, but fine. Naturally as I rose in elevation, the roads became snowpacked. I thought I might die on that mountain. I fell down more than once. One time on the downward slope I went down. The car behind me hit his brakes, but couldn't stop on the snow.. So the Kaw and I are sliding on ice in the horizontal position. The car behind me makes contact with me and the bike and we all just slide, eventually stopping. I'm up and on the road again. I'm sure all those cage drivers thought I was insane. When I finally got out of the elevation and hit dry roads again. I was quit relieved.
Now that I'm older and wiser I live in Texas where the best riding is the winter months. The only way I want to travel cross county is in a controlled environment.