Yet again there was no one else at the meeting point for our regular ride. It was 41°F. I was just as happy to get a nice slow short recovery ride, because my legs have been so fried, but what a bunch of weenies! I didn't say anything after Wednesday, but I had to tweak them today. 
EDIT: Just so I'd remember what I'm missing at home, a friend of mine in Ohio sent me this little poem:
Ohio Winter Poem
It's winter in Ohio.
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At twenty-five below.
Oh, how I love Ohio
When the snow's up to your butt
You take a breath of winter
And your nose gets frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I'll hang around
I could never leave Ohio
'Cause I'm frozen to the ground!!
Last edited by OakLeaf; 01-16-2009 at 09:49 AM.
Speed comes from what you put behind you. - Judi Ketteler