Big Jim convinced me to go out on the road for a couple hours yesterday. It was sunny and 16 degrees with a brisk southerly wind. I had the late afternoon off, and it looked like a beautiful day to be on the bike. Boy was I mistaken. I got my butt kicked by the weather, of all things.
30 minutes into that wind and I realized that I didn't have adequate coverage on my feet (despite my awesome Lake boots), my hands (despite my best downhill skiing gloves), and my head (despite a balaclava). 60 minutes into a 2 hour ride I was cryin' Uncle and begging Big Jim to take me home. Much to my surprise, he didn't put up any resistance to cutting our ride short.
Maybe he was almost a frozen as me.
"Once burned, twice shy" is how it's supposed to work, but I'm already working on upgrading my cold weather technology to accomodate what this winter is throwing at us. I have enough hand and foot warmers to keep every GrandStay rider warm for the rest of the winter, so maybe I'll try actually using one.