Since I knew the rain was heading back in today, I zoomed out early this morning. Air temp was -0.8 when I left, according to my electromoronic weather recording contraption device...which indeed told no lies. Despite winter gloves, my friggin' hands were soon stone dead, and after about 50km I was more than happy to head home to a tub full of hot water...
Funny how cold hands can affect your whole attitude to the ride. Hitting a corrugation in a corner is usually no big deal, but with frozen phalanges, it becomes an epic disaster waiting to happen...
Better be looking into heated grips...or HTFU maybe.
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