I'm one of those crazies who LOVE heat and humidity. As long as it's under 95 degrees, and not too hazy, I actually feel stronger on the bike. Don't hate me. When you all are thriving in the 60 degree temps, you can revel in the fact I'm most likely shivering and stiff. I really should just move down to New Orleans...but the road riding kinda sucks down there.
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Monday I woke to a low of 74 degrees with high humidity. Yep, still felt good--and then the skies opened up to one hell of a thunderstorm, and this is the song that was left in my head throughout the rest of the day. You just can't appreciate the blues thoroughly when it's 70, dry and clear skied.