It “felt like” 8° at 8:00 yesterday morning. Not your eight degrees, in the EU or UK. No, I’m talking about the ‘Merican 8°. You call it -13. And also “too damned cold for cycling”. So do I for that matter. My phone started ringing at 8:03, my buddy Mike calling to say he was riding in the basement.
I did some work. It was so sunny outside I couldn’t stand it. Not a cloud in the sky, but holy man was it cold. I just kept working – the temp was due to go all the way up to freezing at some point in the day (about fifteen degrees below normal, as has become the new normal this winter). I decided to shower up and hit a noon meeting rather than mope around all day. Halfway through the meeting I knew I was going to ride at home as soon as I got home. I didn’t care how cold it was.
I was wheels rolling by 1:35, and it had not warmed up. I think it was only 26° (-3 C). I was into the wind for the first half of the ride and it took my breath away more than once – but I was outside, and anyone who rides a bike will tell you, outside is way better than inside… Then I hit tailwind and all was well.
Thoughts about how tough that first half was went the way of the wormhole. After tinkering around with my front derailleur adjustment for a minute, I hammered it up to 23-24 mph (37 km/h) and kept it there. Well, I kept it there for a few miles and ran out of gas a little bit. That first day back after a week or more on the trainer, sucks.
I finished up with 17.6 miles in a touch over an hour. I was okay with the results as cold as it was outside. I showered up, worked a little more, and took my eldest daughter out for barbecue after dropping the youngest off at a birthday party.
I would have been a lot happier if it had been about fifteen or twenty degrees warmer but beggars can’t be choosers, and I was beggin’!