Cold heading down...cold, once we went back across the river.
Though as soon as we crossed over, we took a hard left and found 10 miles of dirt and gravel....fuse blew on my elec gloves so my hands were more than a little chilled by the time we got home.
Interesting...friends and family were perplexed that I had ridden three hours and 130 miles just to eat lunch, ....some people are easily confused.
Next weekend promises temps in 60s...where shall we meet? Moonshine burgers, perhaps?