The cold weather jacket stayed put on the chair as I headed to the basement for my ride on the trainer. As much as I wanted to ride outside on Saturday, I could not, nor did I have time to wash my bike again from all the salt and sand. Surprisingly I looked forward to riding and had one of those great rides where I could just ride all day long. If it was not for the saddle soreness, even with (chamois butter) I swear the engine was purring like a kitten. Got to love those days!