Was heading out the door when I noticed my son's science homework was still sitting on the counter. He'd left early for school for jazz band practice and forgot it. I decided to be a good dad and modify my normal route to work to swing by his school and drop it off in the office.

10°F with a light breeze. Streets were clear enough from the ice that I rode my hybrid without the studded tires.

As I pulled up to the door of the school, the resource Police officer came out the door. He's a friendly guy and opens the door and greets everyone. He looked at me in my bike gear and said, "Wow! You're a lot tougher than me. Back in the army you'd be the guy we all followed out of the plane during jump training!"

Errr... no. I'm afraid of heights. Winter cycling really isn't that tough.