Dear Minneapolis: Fine. You win. You're all the baddest-assed bike riders in April because there's ten feet of snow on the ground and you're out riding in it with spiked tires and heating up beer and venison over a camp stove at the park or whatever.
But if you
come visit me here and I hear even a PEEP about how horrible it is to
ride in the rain every day, or how it's amazing that all these gray days
don't make everyone here clinically depressed, or some other
ninth-circle-of-soggy-hell blah blah
blah, I will make you ride with me across the Tillikum Crossing bridge
while it's 38F and raining sideways.
THEN we'll see who's the bad-ass.