Water is an asshole, at least when it comes to bicycles. So is wind, now that I think of it; I don’t love it, unless its at my back, but that rarely seems to happen even on out-and-back routes. Fire’s not winning any prizes either, unless you’re talking about the hunk-a-hunka burnin’ V. Even le soleil isn’t scoring points for either the bike or the rider, unless given in carefully-controlled amounts, a fact which has large portions of the Pacific Northwest – perhaps the gloomiest place on Earth – buying up more high-SPF sunscreen and sunglasses per capita than any other place in the civilized world.
In other words, Nature’s a bit of a beyotch.
As far as our bikes go, water seems to be the biggest of these opponents. When I rode the 7-hour Heck of the North over clay-gravel roads in wind and rain; the wind was unpleasant but it left no indelible mark on me, apart from some sore muscles. The rain, on the other hand, combined with the clay from the roads to form a slurry that destroyed every bearing in my bike save one – not to mention the quarter cup of slurry that found its way into my chamois. The replacement bearings took a few weeks to source and install; the damage from the sandy chammy took over a month to heal. Water – and the additional wear it imposes on the machine (and sometimes our bodies), is not to be under estimated.
Water also introduces direct challenges while riding, the nuances of which can be explored while climbing or cornering by means of spinning out and crashing, respectively. Things get particularly interesting right around the freezing point, where the laws of physics governing cornering take on The Price is Right rules.
I have long espoused the merits of riding in bad weather; it removes the seductive qualities of riding a bike that see the weekend warriors flocking to the sport in droves during the summer months. In bad weather, the simple act of going out is already enough to make you feel the strength of your resolve as a Cyclist. But the fundamental pleasure of riding remains the same, with the added bonus of the clothing we wear making us look like the hardmen from Belgium and the dripping of water from our cycling caps serving as a metronome as we tap out our lonely path towards Mount Velomis.
We don’t ride because we love tree-lined boulevards and sunny afternoons; we ride because we love testing ourselves against our minds and the elements. There is a simple pleasure to be found in enduring a challenge; to learn to face hardship with a welcoming smile is a gift that riding a bicycle uniquely helps us discover.
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@unversio
I can buy the 6, 8, and 10 at the local grocery market up the street. You are not living in the right town if you need to order it.
@scaler911
I've had no luck with Neoprene because I sweat from the inside and get just as cold. Thick wool gloves are good, or windproof.
But yeah - I've had to shift using my palm because my hands were so cold. The best I've found is a good thick winter cycling cap and that oddly keeps the warm in enough to keep the hands warmish.
@DerHoggz
That's like chopping chili peppers right before having some alone time.
@Marcus
Our sharks are doing pretty well for being pussies. Killing and biting, a lot.
It's taken all the fun out of swimming offshore with meat flippers. Luckily, our beer is good.
@frank
I have some Glacier Gloves, and they rock for splashing around in North Pacific seawater in winter, but I find them too schweddy* on a bike, even though I used to get the screaming barfies when I'd try to rockclimb in merely chilly damp weather.
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@scaler911
DIY embro? What could be more Portlandia? Have you moved across the river?
@RedRanger
+1 on my part. First ride with arm-warmers always brings joy to my heart. If I have to break out the raincoat, I'm downright giddy.
@Gianni
Wiki tells me there have been 9 fatal shark attacks in history in Hawaii (which I found surprising). Australia has 219. Next closest is the whole of Africa with 89.
Grow some balls Gianni
@Marcus
Is this really a reflection on the appetites Hawaiian & Australian sharks and the perils of swimming there or more likely a result of the intelligence of the respective populations?
@frank
Defeet's woolly gloves are awesome. I went through a stack of other winter gloves but ended up giving most of them away. Warm, wet, breathing hands are fine but warm, sweaty, stewed hand, no thanks.
@frank You've obviously spent little time drinking ale in the UK and what time you might have spent must have been in the wrong places. Most 'mericans make that mistake.
Belgian beer is pretty easy to come by here as well and doesn't come with a premium as we're not that far from the source.
My local purveyor of fine booze stocks Rochefort 10 so it's highly likely that I will get fucked at some point in the lead up to Christmas.