I got drenched earlier this week riding my bike to work in all that rain. I mean like hanging my clothes to dry drenched. It was awesome. My new fenders kept most of the slosh and slush and sludge off of me and off of my drivetrain.
But I was still looking forward to the sunny, clear and cold weather of yesterday and today. I had on very warm winter cycling gloves, a puffy vest, scarf, flannel or sweater and LONGJOHNS. Yes, longjohns. Rather than getting home with pink and chapped and stingy legs, I get home toasty and warm and happy and full of fuzzies because they are new. And my hips smell like ink from the dye.
Of course I also sit in my office with very warm legs, which is very strange. Especially if you’re a hairy man like me. And you know you’re not supposed to wear anything under longjohns, right? When your underwear touches your socks, it feels like you’re (to quote Ned Flanders) “wearin nothin at all!” I’m not exactly into that, uh, ahem, lack of support. It’s very odd.
Totally worth it to be able to cycle through a winter which is certainly colder than some places, but not quite New England or Upper Midwest either.
Rider status indicates that there are still in fact some cyclists in Baltimore who are, uh, brave/crazy enough to ride through the winter. I’m not alone, and I don’t want to be. Even when it’s raining and 35 degrees, there were folks out.
Possible fun joint ride Sunday. If you’re in Baltimore, comment here and come!
I will be with y’all on the ride in spirit. Have a good one.
kinda like boxer shorts, then?
>Totally worth it
TOtally!
More naked than boxers since I could always feel the bottom and bunching of them when I used to wear them. Those things do crush the hair on my legs:)