This morning 31 degrees, dark, quiet, crisp, fresh for the inbound commute. I have rarely enjoyed bicycling as much as these pre-dawn spins. The afternoon ride had a nice, albeit small, tailwind so I sat up and became a sail! 31 degrees is perfect for bicycling. It's cold enough to slap your face, but even though it feels cold, you don't actually get cold. Here in El Paso, that's the coldest it's a-gonna get, with rare exception.