Man's got a point.
That photo's from 2008, which was my second winter of cycling.
Between the snow, studded snow tires, heavy Lake winter cycling boots, and sustained headwinds in the 20s with gusts to 45, yesterday's commute kept me at or near Max HR for nearly the entire trip for an average speed of 11.72 MPH. Man, my quads are killing me today.
And yes, I love it. Especially come March, on the first club ride of the season. One year, I out-climbed a Cat 3 racer, who upon reaching the top where I was waiting, promptly puked over the bars.
Of course, that only lasts until they catch up in late April. Come May, I'm the one yelling, "Hey, wait for me!"