In SoCal, cyclists practically evaporate once the mercury falls below 50º. Or over 90º, for that matter. Out on this Sunday morning, I saw a grand total of 1 cyclist, and he was bundled up like he was heading for the Pole.
Last year I was out on a day for ~80 miles, and it started raining pretty heavily around mile 30. At one point, a guy pulled up beside me at a stoplight, rolled down his window and said. "Don't you know it's raining?"
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