This weekend I did something I wasn’t planning to do for at least another month or two. I got on my road bike and went for a ride. Now, this wasn’t entirely my idea. This grand plan came from the mind of my housemate Brian. See, Brian likes to do things that bring about lots of pain and suffering and this ride was no exception. First, it was cold. The temperature was running about thirty degrees. Second, it was snowing. It wasn’t a nice fluffy snow but more of a wet mix of snow, rain, and sleet. This made the roads nice and wet which also made my feet and hands nice and wet. Finally, it was the middle of February. I think that should have been reason enough for me to think twice about getting on my bike.
I have to admit, I was cold. I knew I would warm up a bit as the blood got flo
wing so I was optimistic. There wasn’t any wind to speak of so that was in our favor. We didn’t really have much of a plan other than to ride for at least an hour (but I had a feeling it would be longer).
After about twenty minutes I was comfortable except for my feet. Snow was building up on my ankles and melting into my shoes. Also, water from the road was spraying off my tires and onto my feet. We managed to get to the town of Centre Hall and stopped to clean our glasses and warm up a bit. My shoes and feet were completely soggy. I tried to get as much water out of my shoes for the return trip but that turned out to be a waste of time.
The ride back proved to be slightly less fun. We were about six miles from home when the feeling in my feet started to go away. My hands were getting numb and the snow was starting to build up on my glasses making it very difficult to see. When we finally made it back to the house both my feet were frozen and I couldn’t feel several of my fingers. Needless to say, I was happy to get off my bike, out of my wet gear, and start to warm up. We managed to spend about two hours on the bike and covered almost 30 miles. I’m not sure if it was worth it, but at least I have a February ride story.
I have to admit, I was cold. I knew I would warm up a bit as the blood got flo
wing so I was optimistic. There wasn’t any wind to speak of so that was in our favor. We didn’t really have much of a plan other than to ride for at least an hour (but I had a feeling it would be longer).After about twenty minutes I was comfortable except for my feet. Snow was building up on my ankles and melting into my shoes. Also, water from the road was spraying off my tires and onto my feet. We managed to get to the town of Centre Hall and stopped to clean our glasses and warm up a bit. My shoes and feet were completely soggy. I tried to get as much water out of my shoes for the return trip but that turned out to be a waste of time.
The ride back proved to be slightly less fun. We were about six miles from home when the feeling in my feet started to go away. My hands were getting numb and the snow was starting to build up on my glasses making it very difficult to see. When we finally made it back to the house both my feet were frozen and I couldn’t feel several of my fingers. Needless to say, I was happy to get off my bike, out of my wet gear, and start to warm up. We managed to spend about two hours on the bike and covered almost 30 miles. I’m not sure if it was worth it, but at least I have a February ride story.
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