Mike [email protected] said:In article <[email hidden]>, [email hidden] says...> Every day when I rise I put on cycling trousers before I even open the
Quoted message said:curtains.
Well, for your neigbours sake, I am glad you don't perform these tasks in the opposite order. But it is nice to hear of
someone else who is an all-season cyclist. The weather here is never really cold (although the 120 kmh winds can be a
bit of a trial), but sometimes I feel I am the only one in the city who does a regular cycle-commute in the wet season.
Mike
All-season cyclist, sure, but not all-weather cyclist. The point of "a
life of privilege" is that I live in Ireland which has, believe it or
not, what is officially described as a "Mediterranean climate".
Observably it hardly ever rains here so hard or often, or is so cold,
or so windy, that cycling is impossible -- or even uncomfortable. I
did wear long underwear for one ride this winter (for the first time
in several years), but in the main my gripes are mickey mouse stuff:
eyes that tear for a bit until I get warm, goggles that fog up. It's
stuff that the real hard men of cycling, who commute in snow and
whatnot, would just laugh off. Here's one for you: my paclite jacket
has gone mouldy in my rackpack -- because I haven't worn it in two or
three years; the implication is that in all that time, I have never
been caught in a rainstorm too heavy for the light cotton jacket I
often wear when it is a soft day -- local patois for the sort of
pervasive damp mist of tiny droplets, not quite rain, not quite dry,
for which tweeds is the recommended remedy for all but cyclists.
120kph winds? You're not serious, are you? 30kph and I stay home,
knowing that in an hour or two the wind will be gone.
Mind you, the Tourist Board won't want me saying this, but every time
I come to my front door to test really heavy rain -- that is precisely
the time I always see the major touring bikers go by, looking
forlornly like wet chickens. This is after all the birthplace of
Murphy of Murphy's Law.
Wind 25kph today, 12 degrees C, rode 11km because that was all I had
time for.
Andre Jute
"Ireland is so damp, if you throw your soiled shorts in the corner of
an evening, in the morning you can pick enough mushrooms for a fine
breakfast." -- Butch Roberts, fishing boat captain