Fourteen degrees and windy this morning when Junior and I made our way up the street to play ball. It was one of those mornings when even a dog pauses to consider the weather. I carefully inspected the street surface trying to differentiate how much loose dry snow on top of bare pavement was blowing around versus more tricky ice and adhering snow.
While Junior periodically chased the ball and then hunkered down in the snow I collected pertinent data and made a few riding calculations.
1. It's cold.
2. It's really cold.