Maids, front desk personnel, people in the lobby, everyone I hear is talking about how crappy the weather is this morning. Rain and 14. I’m a runner, kilometers are second nature to me, I just flip the switch when I’m in Canada. Celsius, meh, not so much. And the conversion isn’t a simple multiplier like, say, kilograms. All I know is 35 is damned hot, 30 is a nice day, 25 is starting to get nice. 20, ehh, could be nicer. 14? I don’t think “nice” or “hot” get used to describe it. I’ve ridden in worse this trip, so I’ll get the electric liner out and my on-sale goose down vest that I’m *really* starting to appreciate.