Tis the season

Riding home at dusk, it was getting hard to talk to my buddy because my lips were going numb.

I had a waterbottle in the back pocket of my jersey because I'd removed my bike's bottle cages.

Once I got home, I briefly contemplated cleaning my filthy bike, but decided getting in the shower before I started shivering was a far more attractive option.

Sounds like it's 'cross season!