Yes, finally! Teleworked today so I was able to bust out of the house right at 4 when it was still "warm" and light. I forgot to check when I left, but my iPhone said the temp was 51 F when I got back. I think it's a filthy liar and that RonH's temps sound closer to correct.

It went something like this:

Ride ride, this isn't too bad.

Plunk, chain off. Dang. Fiddle fiddle.

Ride ride, OH CRAP MY LUNG! Hack hack HACK HACK. Dying, can't breathe. Okay, I can breathe. Hack.

Ride ride. Ow, lung, hack hack. Is that ice in the gutter? Yes, yes it is.

Fast forward to about 5 miles in. Oh, okay, can breathe now, hack. I'm not gonna die. Yay! Hey, this is actually fun!

Anyway, just an easy 10-12 mile loop. Drinking a cup of Yogi breathe easy tea now. My lungs are pretty cranky about all this. I saw no other cyclists, even when coming through East Atlanta, which is kind of surprising.