Forced

The only reason that I rode my bike to work yesterday is that I had to drop my truck off at the shop to have some work done on it.   I could not think of a more efficient way to get to and from work, so I loaded my bike and drove to the shop.  It usually takes them all day to get to it, so I generally leave it and come back to pick it up after work.

The mechanic is really friendly and impressed with cyclists, so we chatted a bit before I headed out into the cold.  He live on Town Mtn and has had ice up there for over 3 weeks.
 

I got on my bike and headed out.  It was cold, but I was prepared.  Then an interesting thing happened.  My fingers started to get really cold.  I had purchased some new gloves a couple of weeks ago and they had kept my hands toasty at 25 degrees.  Now it was around 22 and my fingers were freezing.  As I was riding along, having flashbacks of my "near death" experience from a couple of weeks ago,  I tried to figure out what was going on.

I figured out that the only thing that I did differently was add some polypro glove liners.  I stopped to take them off.  5 minutes later my hands and fingers were toasty again.  Hmmm.  These are the liners that I use when I run/hike and they keep me toasty, but combined with a bigger glove on the bike,  I guess they constrict blood flow.

30 minutes later, I got a phone call, but waited until I got to the office to answer it.  It turned out to be  the mechanic; the truck was ready.  I guess I could have waited but I got 2 hrs of riding for the day, so I can't complain.

The rest of the ride to and from work was pretty chill.  It was snowing and it snowed all day, again.  I'm not quite as excited as I was about the snow and riding in it anymore.  But it's cool, it's part of winter.  Nothing to do but push through it.

On the ride home I had a headwind which gave my face some nice windburn,  looked like sunburn but was not!!

Have  a great day.