|A springtime commute selfie|
I had a realization this year though:
- It is a thousand times crazier* to cycling when the sun is beating down and it is 90+ degrees**. A bajillion times.
|Someone left me this rock painted like candy corn while I was donating blood this summer.|
There is little to be done when it is 100 degrees though. So I just pant and breathe like a dragon, breathing fire from my a parched little mouth all the way home.
Yesterday was the third time since 1950 that it hit 100 degrees in September here. I rode 10+ miles. Like a lunatic.
*or braver, if you're being charitable.
**I walk or ride the bus when the snow accumulates on the bike lane because I find that to be actually dangerous, not just cold. I haven't yet gone full bore and gotten studded snow tires or chains for my bike.