That cold weather hits and the only thing you need is a blanket, a fire, warm socks and hot coffee. But that's not what you end up with.
Leather, helmet, mittens, ski pants and 17 miles to work on two wheels is what greeted me this morning. Like it has for the past 10 winters. No heated gloves. No windshield. No electric vest. No avoiding it. No denying it. It's cold.
I was going to say I wouldn't have it any other way, but that's a lie. Sometimes a warm car is mighty enticing.
But that's not my life.
Today I ride.