On the way to work this morning, my dashboard thermometer set a record. No, I wasn't riding my Specialized super-cruizer. I had an early meeting which I couldn't be remotely stinky for. Besides it's artic and would take an hour to get dressed and undressed for the 25 minute bike ride. I draw the line when the act of dressing for the ride takes longer than the actual ride.
Granted, I've lived in Wisconsin and Illinois and been in more booger & tear freezing weather, but I bought the truck in '06 in Madison, IN. Super Romper's never seen real cold. As I drove in near the landmark of Saint Rose Church, I watched the guage drop from the 37 degree temp in my garage and wondered if it'd go past below zero. It did. Minus six. The vista of the sunlit steam rising off the Ohio River from behind the church was breath taking. Even if you're not on a bike, sometimes you just have to enjoy the scenery. Minus six can be beautiful. For the record, I didn't see a soul on two wheels. The entire length of the river from Lunken Airport to Downtown Cincinnati looked like this.