Perhaps some of you aren't familiar with the famous Mark Twain quote: "The coldest I ever was, in my
entire life, was one summer in San Francisco." I've tried an interesting experiment several times:
On chilly days wearing one of my full neoprene cycling oveshoes on one foot only to see if I can
tell the difference. Well, so far there is a difference, but not much, and I tend to have poor foot
circulation and feet that get cold.
--
Steve Junjper
"But, frankly, I'd vote for anybody who'd bump Bush out of there. Because I think he's a sociopath.
He doesn't care. He has no empathy. Nothing registers with him. He doesn't understand the world's
disapproval - he just unplugs the TV. Now I understand, for the first time in my life, what the an-
swer is when people ask, 'Why didn't people stop [censored]?'. It's a reign of fear. People are afraid
of being called 'unpatriotic'."
-- Joan
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Quoted message said:Terry Morse said:
Maybe California cold is different. This morning's ride was 42F, low visibility fog with
drizzle and a fresh breeze. With neoprene booties, GoreTex socks over SmartWool socks, my feet
were barely warm enough descending on Skyline from Kings Mountain to Sky Londa. The rest of me
couldn't stop shivering, so I stopped into Alice's Restaurant for some coffee. I'm still
thawing out.
Maybe it's the condensing fog. Maybe it's the sweat from climbing. Maybe it's my lack of an
insulating layer of body fat. Maybe I'm a wuss.
But remember what Mark Twain said about Summer in San Francisco.
To borrow from another expression about California weather, cold is fine,
as
Quoted message said:long as it's a "dry cold"...
Matt O.
Dear Matt and Terry,
Concerning California's opinion of itself . . .
From "The Ambrose Bierce Satanic Reader," "He Blasphemed Our Climate" (1872):
"On Saturday last this young man [a rival editor], with all the effrontery of a new arrival,
deliberately and with malice prepense, slandered, traduced, vilified and brought into ill repute Our
Climate! He gravely asserted that a man had frozen to death in this city of San Francisco--had died
from exposure in a wagon! Great and Insufferable Satan! Our Climate--the finest in the world, Sir--
mother of green peas in December and nourisher of strawberries the year round!"
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And for our members in the U.K.:
From P.G Wodehouse's "The World of Mr. Mulliner," "The Story of William" (1928):
" . . . I understand you are from the other side, sir. Do you find our English country-side
pleasant?"
"Delightful. Though, of course, if I may say so, scarcely to be compared with the scenery of my
home State."
"What State is that?"
"California," replied the other, baring his head. "California, the Jewel State of the Union. With
its azure sea, its noble hills, its eternal sunshine, and its fragrant flowers, California stands
alone. Peopled by stalwart men and womanly women . . ."
"California would be all right," said Mr. Mulliner, "if it wasn't for the earthquakes."
Our guest started as though some venomous snake had bitten him.
"Earthquakes are absolutely unknown in California," he said, hoarsely.
"What about the one in 1906?"
"That was not an earthquake. It was a fire."
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Carl Fogel
10 February 1956, Stanford University Hospitals, Clay and Webster Streets, San Francisco