Was it cold this morning? Does the Pope wear funny hats?
Yeah, yeah, I know, not for long. But, yes he does. And yes it was. The air temperature was above zero, but only by a few digits, and a strong northwesterly wind was howling into Cedar Rapids.
How did that make me feel? Sort of like this:
There weren’t enough hot springs, however. My digits got pretty cold. Then again, I suppose your sympathy, dear blog reader, might be tempered by thoughts of: Well, that’s what you get for being crazy. For being a weird Viking biker out there in the cold, wondering if Eric the Red wore Long Johns the white to keep him from being “9-toed Eric.”
To be truthful, it was very uncomfortable when I began my ride, but as often happens, once I turned south, I started to warm up a bit. When the wind wasn’t in my face, I wouldn’t say it was a pleasant ride—my toes still have not completely forgiven me—but it was doable.
For a Viking. Which, I’m not. But I guess I’m crazy enough to be a Viking biker. So now you’d better stop and rebuild all your ruins. With bike trails, please.