I waited until the temps got a little warmer today. It was a tropical 49F when I got to the Withlacoochee Trail. The trail was deserted until I was near the north end of the trail, except for a few dog walkers that were bundled up like Eskimos. I've decided that all the carpetbaggers who come down here every winter are weenies. Their stories of all the snow, cold, etc "up home" doesn't mean a thing. Seems they don't come out to ride until its a bit warmer. By the time they were on the trail, I was shedding my jacket for a vest and changing my full finger gloves for half fine gloves.