Okay, so sometimes, when I'm out there rideing my bicycle through the deep snow and the freezing temperatures, it's not really that enjoyable at the moment. Nevertheless, every year, when the temperature warms --that first day when I can go riding in a t-shirt
without a jacket-- and I haven't given those bloody evil auto insurance companies any money, nor the vile auto repair places, and no Iraqi child has been killed to get me some gasoline, I feel this enormous sense of accomplishment. It's my thing I guess.
So, yeah, that's still months away at this point. And right now, it's COLD AS F***!
Once upo a time they didn't have car with heaters and stuff. And people lived here, even then. And somehow they got around and got their children to school and stuff. They must have known something about bundling up and keeping their extremities warm. So, me, I just figure I need to be on a continuous quest to rediscover what they knew.
I seem to have good luck in the winter stuff department. Seems like every time I lose a pair of gloves I'll ride by a pair of abandoned gloves in the street. Or someone will give me a pair. And the super warm scarf that my sweetheart gave me last year for my birthday is a huge help in my cold armor. And the awesome free shoes that Edie U gave me for reading my book to him last year, falling apart sorta, but still very, very warm. Put a couple layers of socks on and I make the 5 mile treck to work with my feet still warm. However, my hands, freezing cold! I had an elaborate 3 layer glove construction of free gloves, but, basically, they'd gotten to many holes in them. No longer workin.
Okay, so one day, few weeks ago, I'm coming out of the money co-op and I ran into my fried Chris B. (pictured above) and he had pairs of socks on his hands. And so I was like, hrm... that looks kind of weird. But I thought about how warm my feet were and how cold my hands were. And I considered how much I absolutely don't care if I look weird with socks on my hands. So, the next day, I put a couple pairs of gloves on and a couple pairs of socks on over em. And, whereas normally my hands would be freezing after 5 minutes, my hands stayed warm for almost a full half hour. Takes longer than a half hour to bike to work, but still, that was a HUGE improvement. And I have lots of socks. So, pretty much, Chris is a genius.
Only remaining problem was that it's pretty hard to move your hands once you have too many layers of socks on them. I would have to just trade off and put one hand in my jacket pocket and then the other one after a half hour. And it's dangerous enough biking a snow storm with two hands and full use of your thumbs. So I wasn't quite satisfied with this. I kept thinking, they really need to make mittons out of jacket material. Or jackets that go all the way down over your hands like mittons.
And then it occured to me! Oven mits! Oven mits are just like mittons made out of jacket material. So I stopped off at one of those little mini-Wal-Marts (those dollar store things) and surrendered a couple dollars to them and got some oven mits.
Bam! I get all the way to work with warm hands and can ride two handed the whole time.