My forecast wasn't messing about-- it hit 91º by 11am, and... my body was not ready. I finished my 45 miles about half an hour ago, and I've already drank nearly half a gallon. My heart is still cruising long at a higher rate than it ordinarily would-- despite seeing the forecast, knowing the forecast, and even posting the forecast, I left the house with a single bottle on the bike and overcooked myself a little.

For full clarity, everyone-- in the span of 14 days, I rode at 16º in summer-weight bibs, and at 91º in those same bibs, but only took one water bottle. The weather may change, but I am consistently dumb.