I think I need to move south. This cold weather is just wrong. Today the high was 10 degrees before the wind chill, and I have no idea how cold it was with the wind chill. As I write this now, I see that it is -0.5 before wind chill.
I didn’t ride tonight. I was just to depressed or upset or whatever you would want to call it about the cold temps. I had the conversation with Kelly yesterday wondering if we are wasting good years of our lives living in this cold. I really don’t like the cold. Of the 16 or 17 hours of the day that I am awake, I would say my fingers and toes are numb 13 of those hours. Its no fun. Sometimes I just day dream about living somewhere like south Cali and riding the bike all day. I don’t think I would ever really want to live in southern California (no offense to those living there, it is just too far away from my family and such), but somewhere like North Carolina wouldn’t be bad. I would need to wear a pair of tights once in a while, but not 2 pairs from November until April. But we won’t move. I like my job too much and Kelly informed me that she likes the snow too much, so here is where we shall say. However, if my boss said pack up your crap, we are moving this operation to warmer climates where you can ride your bike outside 12 months of the year and not get frostbite, I will have my junk packed up in less than a day ready to go.
