Tired of being mistaken for a woman by passing contruction workers in dualies, I decided to tuck all my hair into my helmet. My neck was absolutely freezing. I wish I'd thought of this during the summer.
I'm not accustomed to cold weather riding...usually my season is over by now, but I'm trying to press on.
On a different note.... Karma was hard at work tonight. The teenager who gave me the horn-and-finger combo for having to slow down behind me on a hill a few weeks ago was at the scene of her wrecked car, ironically at the same spot I was saluted.