biking - dark blue bike1:07:44 15.94 mi (4:15 / mi) +517ft4:07 / mi ahr:119 max:150 weight:140lbs
About 35, NW 10-15, more sun than clouds. A pretty good choice of routes, Headed south in the flats, wind helping a little, then cut back north through a bit of the lower Whately hills. So not really anything straight into the wind. I suppose the trade-off was a bit of climbing, which is fine, and then a speedy downhill.
On the latter I figure my air speed hit about 40, so it supposedly felt like 20F. But 20 in still air is not bad, and likewise, this didn't really feel cold. I believe the proper word is invigorating.
I think the face can take quite a bit before bad things start to happen. I remember many years ago going for a run in the hills with Fred, 10 miles, first 4 were right into a good NW breeze and the temperature was about -5F. Over the next few days a bit of skin peeled off parts of my nose, ears, and cheeks. That was cold.
Coming back by exit 24 off the interstate, just past the truck stop, I spotted another biker up ahead. First I'd seen today. Got a little closer and realized he wasn't moving, just standing. Went past him, saw it was an old guy, long grey beard, rather shabby clothing. Had me wondering, is this a vision of me in a near future? When the time comes, should I be hoping someone takes away my bike, just as I hope they take away my car keys? Sure seems like it.