After five days off the bike, I finally managed to put together a couple of days of riding. In temperatures from the mid twenties (F) to today's balmy upper thirties, the fixed gear has pulled me back from the brink of utter separation from the comforts of human existence. Tomorrow looks good for one more before weather and scheduling thrust me into another flooded tunnel through which to swim toward the dim oval of what could be light.
I hate the feeling of a freewheel bike in cold weather. Direct drive keeps my muscles working and my speed in check. That keeps the wind chill as controllable as possible while generating heat both uphill and down.
And let's take a moment to salute the inventor of wind-block underwear.