Every time it gets above 70 I hesitate to take a greenway knowing I'll be ringing my bell thumb off at people standing or walking four abreast in the middle of the path.

Fifty to 60 degrees is probably perfect riding weather for me. Forties means windbreaker and a thin wool t-shirt. Thirties I have to start with another layer and then strip it off after a good hill climb. Twenties I end up layered and sweat while my toes are cold. Teens just hurt, but don't happen often enough to do anything other than ride bear it.

Summer here means air quality alerts, and showing up everywhere wet. There's almost always a hill climb at the end of a trip, so no cool-down time.