Started riding and it was cold. It was damn cold. It was so cold I kept waiting to hear the crunch of my frozen testicles hitting the road after they dropped off. But, just as I entered Garden Home, a warm breeze caressed my face. Portland is rife with microclimates, and I guess I rode into a warm zone. The (relatively) warm air made the ride much more bearable. Even though I rode back into the freezer when I came down the hill into downtown, by then I was warmed up and I could tolerate it much better. Except for my toes.
So, how was the commute? Pathetic. I was wheezing like an ancient radiator and felt weak as a kitten. But this was just the first commute of 2006, and I know it will get better.
If, that is, I survive the ride home.