It's officially winter. Although, the change really took place before Thanksgiving, which really marked the end to all hope of moderate weather here. I was very consistent on my bike until then, but faltered a little when the temperatures dipped into the -20s (yes, that's minus twenty degrees Fahrenheit). Now I am back on my ghetto winter bike though, fighting snow banks at the intersections and trying to keep my chain on. I'd be lying if I said I didn't think it was fun, because I have a blast plowing through snow. I'd probably be a good candidate for a Fat Bike. Santa, are you listening?