The sky is falling TOMORROW, so today's ride East--Medford, Malden, et alia--on the GT constitutes a lost world, a ride in conditions that likely won't obtain by the time this is read. Things often go that way, but if the weather witches have their way, the contrast may be balder than usual.
In the meantime, I got lots of warming, strenuous cranking up the hills, lots of cooling, whizzy descents down those same hills, and lots of appropriate social distancing in traffic with drivers who seemed far more annoyed with each other than with me. Turned around when night began to fall, a little farther up in the hills than was absolutely wise, and rode on back.
If and when the sky does fall, I'll practice my other winter sport: snow shoveling.
rod