The first time I arrived in Calgary was in late July/early August, IIRC, and it was a real whatyadoinhereboy welcome... ice-cold westerly winds and rain (no quite freezing).

I had just travelled by Greyhound from Vancouver via Kamloops and Banff, had to wait for my bike box to arrive on another bus, then when I got outside, nearly froze my fingers and tootsies off (let alone my butt)!

I was looking for a motel on one of the Parkways, and was cycling in entirely the wrong direction -- with the Olympic Park on my left... I was heading out of town, rather than towards my goal.

A helpful clerk at another motel set me on the right course.

I used to get up to scrape the ice off the windscreen of Machka's car during -10 deg C mornings in winter. I could survive about five minutes in T-shirt and flipflops, just enough time to do the deicing, give her a kiss goodbye as she went off to college, and dash back inside without suffering frostbite or even shivering.