Hot flashes. Grumpiness. Excessive sweating.
Not menopause, but a different change. The point where the switch goes off and you get sick of hot weather riding and are ready for it to cool off.
I’m over it. Really over it.
Yeah, I know, I’ll be saying the opposite many months from now after a couple seasons in layers, fighting off the cold.
But at least the post will already be written.
I just switch the word “hot” to “cold” and vice versa and I’ll repeat the gripe.
It is the only benefit of my predictability.