I'm off for a 30-mile ride with friends. It's usually a "recovery" ride but having ridden only 32 miles this weekend, there's not much to recover from.
It's 46 degrees right now and winds are low. How sad is it that I'm utterly thrilled with that? It's certainly better than 26 degrees with 25 mph winds. I'm easy to please apparently. That said, I'd pay a king's ransom right now for a 70-degree day.