I figure people in this thread will appreciate this. If you know me, then you know I'm from Alaska. The cold, cold interior part of Alaska. But now we live in a Seattle suburb. It gets "cold" here, to me. Chilly, windy, wet, but nothing for me to get worked up over. A few weeks ago it snowed (then promptly melted) and somebody gestured to the helmet hanging off my bag. "Isn't it a little cold to ride? I mean, how far do you have to go?" LOL.
I ride to the bus, then take that to downtown. When I get on the bus, I generally end up shedding a layer. (I've been dressing in leggings--they dry really fast--boots, gloves, ear warmer thingie, t-shirt or tank top, light jacket-type thing, and waterproof shell.) This morning I shed all the outer stuff and was just down to leggings, boots, t-shirt, and a thin wool button-up. A guy in the elevator was horrified that I had biked in this "cold" weather.
Starting to feel like I should also make a sign saying, "It's okay. I'm Alaskan, I can handle it."