I don't know what it is, but I love riding in weather. Well other than wind. More on that in a moment. I commuted yesterday in Seatle type weather, with dreary skies and mistiness in the 60s, so I was wet from the inside out under my rain shirt.
Midnight came and it was time to head out for home, and the rain was drizzly. About ten miles into the ride the rain was coming down in sheets. I pulled up under a highway overpass the bikepath goes under, and this freight train comes out of the night heading the other way, it was an eerie, ominous beast and a lot of noise.
Well, today on the commute I passed through the same site recalling seeing the train, and a little further down, there was a deer carcass crows were feeding off. My guess is, in the rain last night the deer got traped between the train and fence and freaked out, it didn't look badly damaged like a deer hit by a train would look. I was glad today was a cold wet day as well as windy, cause that animal is going to stink, and oofff, I'll avoid that route for a while were it summer.
Okay, so now the wind. Impossible! I kept recalling last year's refrain, "if it doesn't kill me it will make me stronger." I was riding into a head wind of 17-21 MPH, with gusts to 30MPH, absolutely horrific. I suppose on a geared bike such a commute is taken with ease. I don't do anything easily, I was riding my fixie 48x15 into this wind. It was so bad my face is wind burned. Absolutely freakin' crazy, yet I made it to work and got the usual stares and questions, did I ride, how was the wind, and you're crazy. I can't complain though, for I did flip a coin, best 2 out of 3 and the bike won, otherwise I'd have been in my van waisting money and gas.