This morning I crossed the threshhold into insanity. In case, there was any lingering doubt, this morning erased that. I got up at 6:30 to ride with the Sierra Foothills club. We met above snow level and rode beginning -- and ending -- in 34 degrees. Because the storm ended24 hours ago, we avoided Colfax. Icy roads and all.
But it was cold enough this morning, I foolishly showed up with half-finger gloves, but luckily Larry lent me full finger gloves. My old frostbite reanimated in fingers and toes, as expected. But I didn't realize that my cheeks felt like they would just peel off. Beginning our ride with a downhill at a safe 25-30 miles an hour, the wind chill broughgt the temps down close to zero. And in the shade.
With each turn, though, the environs revealed more sunshine, crisp clean air and sedate farmsteads. These, scattered along the hillsides, is what the Foothillsare all about. What a glorous way to begin the day, even if it involved a little pain!
The ride wasn't terribly long, but we climbed, descended, spun, cornered and did all the fun stuff one can look forward to on a bikeride. Thanks, SFCYCLISTS !
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