|days like this call for the lobster gloves|
|made it to my planned destination, will the trip be good back?|
A ride in the cold from Mill Creek to Kinsman on my poor Stumpjumper.... It was once my proud main ride which has now been relegated to the "shit show" bike. O how sad! Everybody take a moment and think about the poor Stumpjumper now...
The equipment seemed to hold up quite well, my newer Exustar Winter shoes I bought last year did their job until the end of the ride after an hour and a half of riding when my feet started to feel numb, all I had on was wool socks and the temps were dipping to -20˚. The lobster gloves were summoned four kilometers in and by the time I reached the LRT bridge my hands were two steaming cooked lobsters and I switched back to my main Winter gloves (Axiom) for the return home which did their job admirably.
|a river valley bathroom, an essential spot to stop and warm up, and try not to get raped...|
|oh who am I kidding, nobody's gonna rape that!|