I've been riding. If I don't ride my bike, I don't get to work. Which is fine; no one complains if I take a day off, I just don't get paid. So I took off one day, the week before last, when the temperature was hovering around zero F. My wife was concerned about me getting frostbite on my face. To be fair, I was trying to shake off a cold at the time and was happy to have the day off.
But it really hasn't been too bad. I've been wearing two balaclavas and my warmest gloves, and a thick wool sweater under a windbreaker. Rode in two inches of freshly fallen snow this morning, which I kinda enjoyed, but it was slow going. Even though I left a five or ten minutes early, I missed my train by about fifteen seconds.
