Patrick O'Grady posted: " God is pitching softballs at us (graupel), and the temp just fell 10 degrees in as many minutes. Looks like I won't need to slather on the SPF 70 for that bike ride I won't be doing. Last year, March 2 was "sunny, virtually windless, 61-65°," ac" Mad Blog Media
We went from gray to white in the blink of a shutter.
God is pitching softballs at us (graupel), and the temp just fell 10 degrees in as many minutes.
Looks like I won't need to slather on the SPF 70 for that bike ride I won't be doing.
Last year, March 2 was "sunny, virtually windless, 61-65°," according to my training log. I was doing hill repeats and pulling off the arm and knee warmers.
Big Bill McBeef chases Your Humble Narrator upslope in a rare March cyclocross in Bibleburg.
And to think this year I haven't even pulled them on. I'm still wearing long sleeves and tights. The only bit of me showing any color is my nose, and I think that's windburn.
Well, March is always belligerent. Named for the Roman god of war, it marked the beginning of ass-kicking season, and it has kicked mine many a time.
In March 1994 the Mad Dogs put on a cyclocross in Monument Valley Park just to see what would happen and the answer was, "Not much."
When even the cyclocrossers think you're insane you might want to check yourself into the screw factory for a vigorous rethreading. We'd have gotten a bigger turnout promoting a St. Patrick's Day pub crawl in Qatar.
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