Props The Those Hardy Souls

I saw this gentleman riding through downtown this afternoon.

Waiting for our late-arriving bus after work, a number of us were hunkered down like Emperor penguins patiently waiting out a storm. The biting cold wind was merciless and the snow crystals gathered on our leeward sides. All we could do was alternate between squinting through the flurries at the clock above the Sterling Bank and the headlights coming from the west on Riverside hoping to see "124 North Express". Hurry!