Well, a cold snap with a light sprinkling of snow arrived in Surrey overnight. I rode the bike to work this morning, 'cos I'm from Yorkshire and I'm 'ard. No problems apart from not being able to move because of the number of layers of clothing. Must get some heated handgrips fitted. I couldn't get my earplugs out when I got to work: my fingers were like pigs' tits. Still, I managed to bag a 25 and a 26 before my visor became so caked with salt that I could feel my arteries hardening and had to make loud squeaking noises and listen for the echoes to tell me where I was going.
Update: Didn't have the cojones to ride it home though, left the office without looking out of the window, rode out of the underground car park into a blizzard, did a U turn and caught the train home. Discretion is the better part of valour.