In an IM today, my dad wrote, "It is quite a coincidence that both the son and son in law are riding bikes to work rather than BMWs." (My brother-in-law Dan, being domiciled with my newly postpartum sister and their "babytje" in the Netherlands, has to "cycle" everywhere.) I'd never noticed that before, but yes, it is rather strange. Between my household and theirs, we have four master's, two PhDs, and no luxury cars. Something's amiss.
Heated seats would have been nice today, especially as I headed to work this morning: the air temp was about 10 degrees, but the 15 mph wind - coming from the west, the direction in which I was traveling - made it seem like 15 below. On the plus side, today is my 44th consecutive workday of commuting by bike, putting me just six days away from my official goal of 50 workdays. On the plus-plus side, I didn't suffer the fate of this cyclocross racer, who fell through the ice on a lake during a race in Missouri this weekend, but climbed out of the water and won the race. That is hard core.