Crossing the line

Yesterday, my riding partner and I headed out for a ride. As I was driving there it began pouring but we were both already on the road so we kept heading out. We put 50 miles in during a bit of rain and a temperature of 42 degrees. My riding partner proclaimed that we had definitely crossed the line.

True, so true, but the ride was glorious. Were we cold? Not really. Our toes were eventually frozen because they were wet but otherwise we had no complaints. So listen up all you Ironmen, real Ironmen ride in inclement weather. Bring it on.