Area cyclists must not be hip to the idea of riding on a 30 degree Saturday with slight flurries and a 101% chance of black ice. On my little 3, and then 4, and then 3, and then 4, and then 2-person group ride today, we encountered only one other cyclist the entire 3 hours we were out there, and that cyclist was local endurance pro Ernie of Solo Goat fame.
Does that make us:
d) stupid sexy; or
e) any combination of the above?