50-50, IT AIN'T REALLY 57

I SAW 57 DEGREES ON WEATHER.COM AND WAS SO RELIEVED.  NOW I'M FREEZING. WHAT HAPPENED?

The prolonged cold spell had broken... kinda.

About 25 of us showed up in the dark... again.  Again, because the time changed Sunday and we were back to gathering in the dark of dawn.

The clouds had settled in a 800'.  We were riding at 800'. 

We were riding in the clouds... moisture was collecting on everything, like the window of a plane as you descend through gray, pregnant clouds.

The glasses were tucked away about a mile into the ride and stayed there.

And the bike... oh the bike... she left shiny and returned filthy with an aerodynamic dusting of grime.

So when young Zach made that comment above it came to me.

You got a 50-50 chance
of 57 being 57.