Up at 6:00 AM to ride. Out the door by 6:15 into a balmy 26ºF dark Fall morning. This is cold enough to numb my brain to the point of thinking of odd things on the bike. ~6:20 AM I am passed by a black man, driving a VW Vanagon. While not an RV, it is probably the closest vehicle to an RV that I've ever seen an African-American drive. If any of you smart asses say "bus", I'm talking about personal vehicles, you racist.
In other news, It is finally cold enough to say that "Winter" rides have begun. Thus the coming months will be full of long rides and frozen extremities (including my brain). In an effort to quantify these rides I'm introducing the "bourbometer". This simple metric distills (pun intended) the pain and mental anguish of Winter riding into an easy to interpret scale based on fifths of bourbon.
Here is the rundown, by no means in the bourbometer a fixed rule, rather it will adapt as time goes on:
One Fifth: Short ride, not cold enough to freeze your bottles. No need to drink after this ride, but you still do for good measure.
Two Fifths: Cold enough to make your toes and naughty bits chilly. A few nips of Makers should help thaw you out.

Three Fifths: Serious pain in feet and hands. Drink until your feet are thawed enough to get into a hot shower without screaming, or you pass out on the couch.


Four Fifths: Temps below freezing with either wet roads or active precipitation. You can see the souls of past roadies trapped beneath the black ice al la "The Divine Comedy". I recommend a hot toddy to thaw out, make a pot full instead of a mug full.



Five Fifths: 5 hours of being dragged around by Rick Norton in sub 20ºF weather, or 30 mins on the trainer. You'll need a gallon of booze to recover from this ride.

1 comments:
Reminds me of the time I went for a 2 hours ride in Wisconsin in the middle of the winter. I think it was literally 3 degrees out with the windchill. When I was done I stood in a scalding hot shower eating a bowl of oatmeal and shivering uncontrollably.
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