Hmmmm...
We just have to make due with this horrible winter weather; oh how it makes mountain biking a real test of our abilities and perseverance. Just yesterday, my brother came over with his Trek, as his store was closed, and my work is closed through New Years Day. He convinced me to go MTBing. Boy, what a mistake.

First, it was cold. Bitterly cold. I hate wearing those cycling tights, and a jacket too. I thought it would be about the same bitter cold as at the house, 68f, but it dropped to 60f by the trailhead. Thankfully, there were no clouds; those were forecast for today, it's called 'STORMWATCH' or some-such on the local TV news, it's a big deal when we get clouds and it might rain. Sometimes it gets windy too, and drops the temperature even further down a few degrees F and blows dust in my eyes. The TV news has a catchy name for that too but I forget what it is.

Luckily for us, as we climbed up to the watertower that has such a great view of the Santa Monica mountains and ocean breezes, it got warmer and probably did reach up almost to a bearable 70f for a short while, but began to drop to the dangerous low 60s again and possibly the upper 50's in the shade as we bombed back down the mountain, wooping over the rollies on our way back to Sycamore Canyon trail and the safety of the truck.

Yea, it's tough going mountain biking in the winter