I like cold weather.
I like warm weather.
At this time of year in North Florida, though, I feel the urge to shake my fist at the sky and yell, “Pick one!”
Still, I must admit that certain combinations of cool air and relative humidity make the bike run a treat.
“Coupla miles to work, no problem,” it suggests, “though don’t forget that Cincinnati’s just a couple more miles down the road. You up for it?”