Hell-uv, we are _so_ lucky to live in Florida. It's not every time I ride, but once or twice even in the winter months it's warm enough (70's, 80) to wear my Shebeast tank tops that I _just_ this fall lost enough weight to be comfortable being seen in. I only own one LS jersey, and when I need it, it's nice to have, but I have so far resisted getting others, because it just isn't usually cold enough. Arm warmers are _great_, you can ride in a short-sleeved or even sleeveless jersey, then peel them down halfway when you get warm, then take them off when you get hot.
Now in the summer, at first it seems bad to be riding when it's 90, with 90% humidity, but if you are persistant, you get acclimated. Just carry a ton of water and sufficient electrolyte caps. Then when it rains, it's the best! The rain is _warm_! It feels great! Then there is the nice steam bath when the sun comes back out. I love Florida.
Sand: I never have to even think about sand. I don't know anything about Speedplays, but yesterday, if they are so sensitive to sand, I would have _died_ in the sand pit I was trying to ride in...I have plain old Shimano SPD's, the MTB kind. They never clog up with anything.
You know what helps with weather prediction:
http://www.wunderground.com
You can look at the hour-by-hour forecast, and know what the temps will be over the course of your ride.
I'm trying to decide if I want to do a 200k ride up in Bonifay next Saturday, as a training ride for the 400k two weeks later. The long range forecast is showing 65 for that day. I got spoiled yesterday when it was 80! I don't know anything about that part of the state, and some of the ride is in Alabama, too. But it would require a motel stay of at least one night...I wrote to the director of the brevet series (here) to see if he thought it would be a good training ride, or if it was too close.
Nanci



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My first ride out (about 6+ weeks ago) I went to stop, unclipped the left foot, then leaned right. I was able to mutter "uh oh" as I went down. I did brace myself with my hand, but hurt my pride severely. My major concern as I was trapped under my bike, still clipped in, "Did I rip my pants?" My dear honey, trying not to laugh, said no, they were fine. 
