When Exactly is it Too Cold to Ride?

I went out for a nice road/cross ride at 9 this very sunny morning. Oh, the low last night was 4 and the high today is supposed to be 25. Fahrenheit. According to my mom it was 66 in VA today. Where am I going with my life?


To frostbite town! Thats where. At least thats what it seems like. I had ice in the beard 5 miles in. Maybe this ride was a bad idea?


See Rock City!!!

It was one of those nice little winter rides where you just alternate the feelings of pain and numbness (is that a feeling?) throughout your extremities. On the way back I hit a few hills just to get out of the saddle and get blood moving in my arms, hands, and fingers again.

My bike decided it was pretty fed up with the whole thing about 25 miles in when the BB started sounding like a combo of a car wreck, fingernails on a chalk board, and those people at karaoke get all serious and sing Journey like they aren't an awful singer.


Icebergs on the Color-add-o River.


Perhaps next time I'll go with full leg warmers.

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