Okay, it's just too cold for me this week. That big cold front has the Midwest looking like what I imagine Norway looks like - frozen rutted ice blobs waiting for you in the road and single digit temps.

When I had so many layers on I looked like Randy from Christmas Story, I opted for the trainer and coach Troy. AND, all those work colleagues who shake their heads when I do ride in are now shaking their heads that the crazy woman has given up - I think I must be some sort of strange mascot for them!

So whats the limit for you fellow commuters cold-wise?