Ah, Oregon, how I love your deceptively beautiful February spring. Lulling me into a false sense of sunshine and coat-less days. Enticing me, finally, to pull the big 'ole bike out of the basement and ride, happy, to work in the morning.
And then roaring back in with a dark, gray, windy & cold rainstorm right about 5 o'clock, when it's time to ride back home.
When will I ever learn?