Not gonna do it. I’m not ready to tackle these kinds of temps just yet. I’ll make up the miles this weekend when it’s in the balmy mid 40′s. Damn. Right after I implemented those cool graphy things.
Looks like I’m not alone, either, but all hail Noah. He’s only got a couple of miles to ride, but… well… it’s -1.
Sanity prevailed.
My eyelashes froze together on my walk to work this morning. I think not biking was a good call on your part.
LOL! Frozen eyelashes. I bet that felt… novel! My eyes tear up pretty heavy when I start out on cold mornings. I can only imagine that the tears would have frozen solid to my cheeks if I’d ridden.
Walking in this stuff is just as hard, I reckon, as riding. While the wind chill is higher on a bike, so is the buildup of body heat from the effort. You’ve got some hills out there to climb, so maybe that works in your favor too?
I’ll be back on the road when it gets back above 10. I promise you. ;)
Yeah, it sort of looks like cheating when I talk about riding 2 miles in this stuff. I couldn’t have ridden your commute (or Warren’s, either) this morning with what I wore this morning. My hands are the only thing I would have had problems with, but they would have been seriously hosed by the time I rode 7 or 8 miles.
Don’t get me wrong, brother. Two miles or 15, you’re still out there one step better even than carpooling. You are to be admired, and I’m sure you would have found a way to make it work on a longer commute. I’ve only been doing this for a couple months, and this is too cold for me just yet. Later this winter or next year when I have more experience and better gear, I’ll be right there with you.
You should probably look at this chart before venturing out. You average 12 mph on your rides, at 0 degrees you’re flirting with frostbite. Of course the chart could be assuming you’re naked…
I’ve seen that chart, or one similar, before. I used it on Tuesday to see if I was brave (or stupid) enough to venture out. It’s how I figured the windchill for the 7.7 degree morning commute. Cold stuff, that.
I wonder what sort of looks I’d get from drivers if I were naked? There’d be the typical gawking in amazement and wonder at my phenomenal physique. There’d be the shy averting of eyes with sidelong glancing. Some might jump from their still running vehicles to join me, stripping as they ran. The elder crowd would huff and puff at us “crazy kids.” The younger would wish they could be so wise and clever.
Ah… would that the world were so free…