This morning, it was 64 degrees. At 5:30. Time for a ride. Wahoo! I put on my bike duds (UnderArmour) and hit the street. These warmish winter days are really rare, and they must be taken full advantage of.
The streets were a little wet, but I didn't get rained on. Guess it must have rained overnight, tho' the cars really didn't have any droplets on 'em. Huh. (Jeff later confirmed that it must have rained in early a.m. . . . he told me he got up in the middle of the night to put out the trash for pickup.)
There was also wind. No, not horrible, leg-busting wind, not like that one Lancaster ride we did last year where we had trouble even going downhill. This was a wild, swirling wind, almost like what you get in March. I love it. There's something about riding at night, in the wind, that really appeals to me. (Now, don't tell me I was a bat in a former life. They're blind, y'know, and they don't get any style points for wearing brownish black.)
I had to stop at my Starbucks, of course, and get a mocha . . . iced . . . shaken, not stirred. My UnderArmour and shell jacket were enough to counter the wind while riding, but I did get a little chilled, just sitting on the Sbux bench with an iced drink.
On the way back, a car courteously tried to let me ahead of him at a rather bad intersection -- I waved him on. Problem with that road is, once you get through the light, the road necks down AND it's in bad shape. I have to ride in the middle for maybe 50 feet or so. I did appreciate the gesture, but most of the time, I do like it when cars do what I expect them to . . . go ahead of me when I'm hanging back to let 'em pass.
Don't know if I'll get to do this again tomorrow. I think we are supposed to have torrential rains later today. (Better'n snow.)