To think, I never actually thought that I would be one of those guys.

One of those guys who are decked out in their lightest, warmest cycling gear on a 20 degree night in December, ice all over the roads, air dry as a bone, and a Tuesday night.

And, yet, here we are. Halfway through my ride tonight I realized this and had to just laugh out how dorky I must look. If you can't laugh at yourself, right?

Yep, I'm knee-deep in it and I guess I'll take it. There could be so many worse things I could be doing on a December night.

Like skinny dipping in Percy Priest Reservoir...