59 degrees this time of year sure feels nice. Except back in my hay hauling years working through the night meant for a chilly drive home from the fields. Rare 59 in summer smells different than 59 in winter. But they both take me back. Ride yer bike! (back in time)
Sometimes I pretend I'm in the Dolomites. I've been blessed with strong visualization skills and an Italian wife, so that helps. Photoshop skills (though sloppy on this one for effect), help, too.