Cold, Cows & Rotten Corn

Goddamn you March…. Goddamn you straight to hell. Too much? Probably, but who cares.

Why am I raggin’ on March you ask? ‘Cause it’s a cold ass, suck, riding wasteland of a month! Or is it? Despite temperatures that can’t seem to find their way back to the 40s and 50s, I did get three rides and 7.5 hour of “doing stuff” in this past week, so maybe I should curb the hate a bit.

I should curb the hate, but I can’t. I am mentally ready for spring, and there’s just something about taking off for a ride and immediately being hit in the face with a cold, nipple hardening wind that makes me want to go ape shit mental. Or at very least say “f*ck it, a Better Than The Trainer Ride™ will have to do, ride 20 to 25 miles, takes some photos and call it a ride.

And that’s exactly what I did on Sunday. I took B to soccer practice, drove home willing the outside temps to climb into the 30s, changed into 35 layers of lycra and cold weather riding gear and headed out for a short ride.

The sun was out, there was a (cold) breeze from the west, and it looked like a nice spring day. However the 28˚ temps told me it was very much not spring, even if we did “spring forward into Daylight Savings Time the night before.

So I got a ride in, came home, caught up on DVRed footy, drank a couple beers, and chilled. I promise that my next post will have 30% less cow photos, and 100% less bitching about the March weather and my crap rides.


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