Fur is trump

Winter. Still -15°C outside. I’m still on my bike. Why?

Tyre pressure is getting lower the longer I am going; the brakes are working after a considerable lag time and sound terribly on my frosted rims; the (front) derailleur only does what it wants (which is nothing at all, but at least the control cable is not torn… yet) and the wind is blowing through my fantastic new saddle.
Still, winter is great! And there is one killer argument: when you move fast enough you will sweat like a tiny hamster anyway! Hahahaha, won’t get that picture out of my head before spring…