It was 25*F when I left the house this morning. Frost on the grass and all the cars in the parking lot. I put on an extra layer between the base and top layers, and grabbed the balaclava instead of the microfleece beanie. As I was ripping down the 2 mile hill to the main road, I could feel the tears freezing to the sides of my face. All of the cars gave me a wide berth, even on the tight dark corners, because nobody wants to mess with the crazy masked downhill bomber!

It's going to be 53*F and sunny for the ride home, and while I don't command the same respect (or fear) without the balaclava, I do enjoy putting in the long miles when the weather is nicer.