I like this selective memory I seem to have acquired.
I don't remember the weather on when I' 64 being too bad (Marcus and others may disagree). OK, I had to squeeze out my gloves every now and then, my feet got wet (but not horribly cold, thanks to WOOLLY SOCKS) and I was a bit chilly starting up again after each stop, but I've done worse rides.
The only problem with last weekend's ride (admittedly only 100km) was when I had to change an inner, by the time I'd done my fingers had turned into rubber and had no grip to hold one bolt in pace on the axle while I did up the other. After some thought I stuck one hand in my mouth (oil and all) until finger were thawed enough and problem solved. The route nicely zigzagged about so not too much headwind at a tie either. Apart from where I had that stop, of course.
My other ride was mainly in bright sunshine. Apart from when it rained, but that wasn't for very much. And there was a bus shelter when I needed an unscheduled stop.
I'll draw a veil over those other outings that I didn't make it out of bed for. Purely on the grounds of general tiredness, you understand. Nothing to do with the weather, maternal guilt or availability of cuddles etc, of course not.