Had to wear arm warmers for the first hour..... Brrrr........ I toughed it out with a couple other rugged manly men, and managed to grab about 43 miles before throwing in the towel.
Barely made 70 degrees here by early afternoon. I hate winter.
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"Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin, it’s the triumphant twang of a bedspring."
S. J. Perelman