While up from central Florida visiting my son in Chicago this weekend, I happened upon a welcomed sight. I left Florida on Thursday evening and the temps were still in the high 70's and we were walking in Chicago Friday night in the low 40's. I was feeling pretty chilly especially with the wind when we turned on Buckingham St. And there at the curb was a black America (the fastest ones) very similar to mine. My spirits were immediately lifted.
As much as I wanted my bike to ride at that very moment, I knew it was not to be. Cold weather riding makes my head hurt.
I salute you, all my cold weather brethren!
