I know there are parts of the world where the current round of weather we're experiencing in Southern England would be regarded as a mild Spring day. And they still ride bikes. Richard Lee writes from Vancouver to say that, because of heavy snowfalls, it'll be a while before he gets out on two wheels again. But I'm a soft Londoner, and I'm getting fed up with dressing like Captain Scott just to go for a spin.
This morning:
Helly Hansen glove liners
Gore winter gauntlets
Falke thermal t-shirt
Patagonia capilene polo neck
Assos 851 Jersey
Pearl Izumi bib longs
Endura tights
Smartwool walking socks
Prendas Meraklon Oversocks
Buff scarf
Rapha Winter Hat
And I still froze. Not as badly as my next door neighbour, who's recently taken up riding a carbon Bianchi, but hasn't yet got the hang of dressing for Winter. Breathtaking to watch the sun rise over the white, frozen park, though.
And on our way back, we passed two riders heading out of town -- lightweight jerseys, baggy cotton shorts and no gloves. The spirit of Captain Oates is clearly not dead.
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