More bike gloves than we can use.
Last fall my trusty winter cycling gloves finally went squish. The gel pads on the palms started leaking. I didn’t want to give them up, but they were putting slimy goop all over my grips.
More bike gloves than we can use.
Last fall my trusty winter cycling gloves finally went squish. The gel pads on the palms started leaking. I didn’t want to give them up, but they were putting slimy goop all over my grips.
(Train of thought continued from here.)
The previous occupants of this house are green-thumb types, and I’m a complete botanical ignoramus, so when new things appear in the garden at various points in the year, it’s a nice surprise for me.
Well, not that pile of feathers and a beak the other day. G was standing in the middle of it when I recognized what it was (could have been worse; it was literally only a pile of feathers and a beak). But I’m pretty sure the previous occupants didn’t put that there.
I was actually getting a little fed up with winter in February. We’ve had a bit more snow than usual and I hate riding my bike in the snow. On the road, that is. I remember going out one March on my mountain bike, specifically to do endos and land on my back in cushy snow. That was, admittedly, a long time ago. And there was enough snow to act as a cushion.
The morning of the ride depicted above, I dawdled a bit before going out, waiting for the sun to burn off the frost in the bike lanes. It looked like the coast was clear. When we came outside, a few delicate snowflakes wafted by, sparkling in the sun. Cute, I thought. I welcomed them as little sparkly eyeball treats in my life and thought no more of it. Then, a few minutes into the ride, the sky started to look heavier. Then it got really pretty dark. Then it started snowing. Then I took a couple of pictures. Then I put my camera away because visibility was dropping and a carpet of snow was forming under our wheels.
I was happy, for the nth time this winter, that G was ensconced in her Cargobike cockpit. It’s been that kind of a winter.
(Disclaimer: It doesn’t really compare with what the family had back home, but we currently live in a climate where it’s generally feasible to opt to commute by bike year-round, with a child on board.)