Once upon a time, in SHenry’s land far far away, the prince of SHenry land used to throw care to the wind. No matter the weather, the prince would ride his trusty steed, undaunted by wind or rain or sleet or snow.
He’s beginning to rethink those days. What in the world was he thinking?
It’s definitely winter in SHenryland. Never one to complain too much about weather that always happens, I am OK with the single and sub zero temperatures as of late. With the addition of a fat bike to my stable, I am downright giddy when fresh snow has fallen overnight. However, I don’t throw on the layers of clothing required without a thought, like I used to. My mind tells me to hold my horses, it’s cold enough out there to cause body parts to fall off. At my age, body parts are at a premium. Said body parts may not fall off in cold weather, but they have a tendency to remind me that it was freaking cold.
The sun was out today. I had plenty of time available. However, the temperature was barely pushing 5 degrees. Ride, you say? Nay, nay, said the little voice in my head, stay inside in front of the fire, take a nap, eat some popcorn. It really took a lot to resist that little pipsqueak in my brain, pull on the cold weather gear, get my princely butt on the fat bike.
Butt I did it.
Four pairs of socks, including a Goretex pair, with my Woolie Boolies on top.
Under Armor mock tee
Padded capri bibs (yes, I call the knee length ‘capris’)
Fleece lined tights
Fleece lined long sleeved jersey
Zip up fleece
Neoprene ski vest
Full face gator
Insulted head band
I swear that one of the reasons I have second thoughts about riding in the cold is that it takes such a stinking long time to get all that crap on!
It was glorious. After three weeks of riding my new fat bike, I am still amazed at how easy it rides. There is so much beauty to ride right out my front door. It’s a blessing.
Nothing fell off.