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It was supposed to rain yesterday. I know this because last Friday I asked my son if he had to work late "next Thursday". Yes. He was working until 8pm so I checked the long term forecast. My appointment was for 7pm in Houston. Hope and I were going for an off-island ride.

Rain. Weather.com predicted it. That and cold. 'Well,' I thought, 'at least I could try out my new silk ultra-cold weather long underwear that "the skiers use, Robyn" along with my new Frog Togs '(thank you, L!). Layered the silk first, then a 't', then a warm sweater, then a hooded sweatshirt and finally my coat. Bottoms and blue jeans. Should be good to go... doubled up on my socks for warmth.

But it didn't rain last night. It was simply cold.
No Frog Togs necessary this time.

As I rode in the dark (I hate daylight savings time) I didn't even realize I was over the causeway and on my way towards Frontage Road until after the fact. Amazing. Looked down because people were passing me left and right and realized I was doing 80 mph as it was... wow...

'People are driving crazy tonight...' I thought. Be aware. Be careful. Watch everything and everyone. All mental notes while enjoying Hope. Made it to my appointment with ten minutes to spare. No worries... it was almost as if I floated there.

Though a little cold, I wasn't chilled to the bone like the last time. My teeth weren't chattering and I warmed up quickly. The ride didn't lower my core temperature like before so the layering and the long underwear worked. And the winter gloves (again, thank you, L!!!) -- well, not only does the white match Hope, but they kept my hands toasty warm... *all smiles*

On the way home I noticed the wind.

Hmmm... well that explains it. The wind must have been at my back on the way off the island because heading back was a struggle against Mother Nature herself. No wonder it was so easy going the other way.

Still, it wasn't that bad going home.
It's never bad -- when you're on the road.
It is home actually, every time I ride...

Riding is home.