Almost went to bed without whining about how cold it was. Still 5 degrees, rode a little further tonight, face didn't just feel cold, it HURT by the time I got home.
Yes, yes, I know, my face may hurt but it's KILLING you. Thank you, Mr Husted, for that joke.
Still, even mockery is not as bad as a day with no ride, and today was good.
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