I've been comtemplating this a lot during my commutes the last few weeks: What I hate most about a cold winter commute(or ride).
On my way home from work I start off with a 5 mile 1300 foot climb, no that's not what I hate. When it's really cold, say below 10F, what I really hate, no not the cars, is to get a mile up the road to discover that I have a tailwind that almost exactly matches my ground speed. Which means that I am totally overdressed, my goggles or glasses are going to fog and then freeze and that I am going to have to immediately stop and redress or do the same at the top of the climb before the first descent.
A close second is to find that the plow trucks didn't come out for the first 4 hours of the snowstorm and so I have to ride in the car/truck travelled portion of the roadway forcing them onto the unplowed snow.
A close third is to find that 3 days after the storm the road still isn't totally plowed.
Nah, the wind, yeh it's the wind, hate it.