As I write this, we're almost three weeks short of official winter. You wouldn't know it, though, from what we're wearing.
Heavy sweaters, caps, facemasks, gloves, mittens, thermal socks, shoe covers, goggles. As little skin exposed as possible.
The thermometer says 28. That biting east wind will blow right in our faces as we pedal out old 210 toward Orrick and breakfast at Fubbler's Cove.
And a cove it indeed will be this morning, as stiff and hungry bikers come in from the cold.
Eleven of us show up this morning for our 7:30 start from Biscari Brothers Bicycles. None of us expected to see so many on this first below freezing ride. Many others there will be before spring zephyrs bring welcome warmth back to us. But any day without ice is a good day to ride.
