I have always dreamed of moving some place with a better year round climate. I've even considered places like Phoenix (which would be horrible).
Oh that reminds me - Hey - all you people in Phoenix who put up all these "Hey the weather's great here. I sure feel sorry for my friends and family back home in Nebraska" comments in January. Don't bother. We know it's livable in Phoenix in January. But 130 F is not worth a couple of months of marginally better weather.
Stupid Phoenix. Hey Phoenix, Nebraska weather is better than Phoenix weather almost every day. And when it's not, you suck. Pussies.
Anyway, my dream place has always been somewhere like the Goldilocks climate in Northern California. After that, there are a lot of places in Colorado I wouldn't mind living. These places also have the benefit of some seriously nice mountain rides. I would like to do hill training. I think it would be good.
I can whine about the weather every year (really. I can. Ask anybody) I can gripe endlessly about how much fitness I'm forced to lose by not being able to ride 5 months out of the year -- or I can just HTFU and ride.
That's what I did last year. I actually started riding in November. Then I got up the courage to go out on the packed snow with my cross bike. Piece of cake. Sort of.
To say I'm looking forward to winter isn't exactly true. It's just that every winter of my life so far, I have dreaded the thought so much, it spoiled much of my Autumn. That's just wrong.
The truth is I'm not even considering winter. I'm not dreading it. The most accurate thing to say is, I'm not thinking about it because it has little relevance. It's not going to get in the way too much.
At work the last couple of weeks as the weather has cooled, people see me coming in from the bike commute and say friendly things like, "Not much longer, eh?" meaning my commute by bike days are coming to an end. Usually, I just stare at them with what I imagine comes across as a look of perplexity. I'm doing this to try to be an asshole. To try to convey the message, "Whatever do you mean good sir or madam?"
But they probably think I am not answering because my face is frozen stiff (they can't see the healthy dollop of mutton fat smeared on my skin to protect and moisturize).
Once I get done with my "I'm perplexed" stare and get no reaction, I usually just bare my teeth and growl at them, like I imagine a true Mongolian would. Those guys could really handle the cold well. Seriously.
Honestly though, there may be times when I am forced to do indoor roller sessions. They suck, but I can do that. It's just an hour long.
But as long as the streets are relatively clear, there isn't a temperature that happens here that is too cold for a 90 minute ride. I have the gear. I've learned a little about riding in the snow. It's not that big a deal.
This Spring came late and Summer was short and here we are in the middle of cross season. A few people have talked about their plans and expectations for next year's racing. This would normally be the time when I'd pretend to be committing to some sort of goal next year. Much like the fact that it doesn't bother me that Winter is coming, I don't care anymore about what claims I might make about the future. I've shown far too many times that they are meaningless.
So maybe I'll see you at the races next year. Or maybe not. But either way. Suck it. Especially you people in Phoenix. Suck it in your stupid desert.
Full disclosure. I just got a really nifty new balaclava and nice warm pair of merino wool socks in the mail today. I wore them the whole time I wrote this, so I'm a bit toasty right now and wouldn't mind a slight temperature drop. Oh yeah - and Phoenix? You know what to do.