This morning I rolled out of the garage at 0500 for a 20/20 ride. 20 miles in 20 degrees. My steamy breath completely froze the face panel of my balaclava. I managed one swig of water before bottle cap froze over. It was almost painful but felt oh so good. Not another cyclist to be seen or expected until I turned left onto Conant rd in Lincoln. I exchanged helmet mounted headlight fueled glances with another probably equally obsessed and cold roadie. The canti brakes on my Boon 7 cross bike have quieted down and I feel content with saddle and handlebar positioning. I couldn’t be happier with it as my winter bike.