MountainNut wrote:I've basically chickened out on any nighttime bike riding the last few nites (went walking/running, tho).
Too cold to ride for any sort of fun when it's dark and 32F-35F degrees (w/DOUBLE windchill). No thanks, I'm no longer a crazy high-metabolism teenager I guess..
Did ride yesterday (late afternoon) with thin gloves on, and still had somewhat numb fingers when I finished up 2 hours later. Guess it looks like ski gloves when it's this cold out there. The lack of sunshine and the wind itself and also the chill of bike riding into a fierce (15-20 mph) north wind is not alot of fun.
That said, I'd still rather ride in 20F-30F (no wind) conditions than ride in 105F temps. At least you can increase your layering in the cold. You can only shed so many clothes on a bicycle in that August/July heat!
Stay safe and warm everyone. Warmer days to come this week!
You could be living in North Dakota, Minnesota, Montana, Wisconsin, Wyoming, Colorado's mts, or in Alaska!
I rode to work in the dark yesterday ... it was 33F. That's all fine if you have lobster claw gloves, winter shoes and all the right equipment. I don't ... so I improvised. 2 pair of socks and plastic sandwich bags over my toes. Light gloves inside heavier gloves. Multiple layers. And it was still effing cold. So hard to stay warm and dry on a bike in cold weather.
Why not just drive? I have no effing idea. I should see someone about that. I'll say this ... not a lot of company out there on the bike path. I had it to myself. I wonder why?
I actually like hot weather, though. To the point of stupidity, frankly. To wit:
A ride up Highway 39 to Crystal Lake and back. When we got to the East Fork cutoff on the return trip, the thermometers on our cycle computers registered 117. Most everyone called it a day and headed back down to the cars at Encanto. Did I? Hell no. Talked Teresa into riding up to Camp Williams where the thermometer on the wall said it was 116 in the shade, and rode up little GMR to the ridge. With the radiant heat from the road, the thermometer on my bicycle hit 124. Missed that pix, but I got one of it registering 121.
It was all good though ... got a great pix of my pal Teresa resting in the shade.
In retrospect, that was a pretty stupid thing to do. Either of us could have gotten heatstroke. I took a pix of myself while I was waiting for her and my face was beet red
Whew ... thinking about that day makes me feel warmer already.