It's pouring rain today, and I'm waiting under the awning at the door for my colleague who also just arrived at the office. "What is THAT!?" he yells when he is barely halfway the parking lot. "Is that a car?? Are you feeling OK?" My 6 year old daughter won't fit in the top box, so I had to take the car today to drive her to school. It seems my colleagues are slowly getting used to me riding well beyond the more prevalent "sunny and at least 65 degrees" riding cut-off point. That was confirmed by another colleage who had previously explained how it had gotten too cold for him to ride (below 55), asking me as soon as he saw me: "Did you ride today?". I have worked here for 4 1/2 years now. I ride except when there is ice or snow on the road (or kids to be shuttled). We're slowly getting there with changing the presumptions and expectations on motorcycle riding.