It was 39 degrees (4 C), though wonderfully sunny when I walked out of the office to head over to a job site for an inspection of what happens when you apply WAY too much propane heat to a finished garage for months, then suddenly shut said heat off, letting the place go cold in a matter of hours.
Folks, it’s not pretty. Joints crack like a fault line – think San Andreas, only in a garage.
The thing that really concerned me was how the wind tore right through my fleece jacket. I had to throw on my winter jacket over it – a little much, but not really. What I didn’t want any part of was riding in that. To tell the truth, it really wasn’t all that bad. I was probably being a bit of a wuss, but I had zero want to for putting all of my crap together and taking it to the road.
I decided to ride indoors and stage a protest against the cold. Don Quixote comes to mind.
This morning I woke up to freezing rain. Oh, joy.
On a positive note, it’ll be 15 degrees warmer this afternoon when I get home. It’ll be an outdoor ride this evening. A much needed outdoor ride. So far, spring really sucks this year.