It was another gloomy day in New England. This was the first day time ride in over a week for me and I was really hoping for some sun.
Just another cold Sunday morning leading to another abortive attempt to ride to Oven's of France. I waited till noon to head out and since I was solo, I headed north with a vague idea of the route I wanted to ride. I left my house thinking it was a lot colder than it actually was and by the time I was halfway to Bridgewater I had to shed clothing.
The sun popped out for a few minutes when I turned onto Painter Hill
The descent down the east side of Painter Hill was cold and when I got to the bottom I almost stopped to put that extra layer back. It was getting dark by the time I got back to Newtown and I was chilled somewhat so I stopped in at Starbucks for a coffee and to warm up.