When It’s been a gazillion degrees below zero all winter, a sunny day in the high 30’s sounds pretty good. It’s all relative. The special day arrives, the bike comes out of the basement – and I’ll be darned if it’s not the best ride you can remember in a dog’s age.
The weather relents, and you’re beginning to think that 47 degrees is pretty close to a tropical paradise. You ride along thinking about umbrella drinks while singing, if you like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain… Your friends still have pasty winter skin, but you have a blush of color on your face.
Wind? So what.
Rain? No big.
The point is you weren’t riding outside for the better part of 6 months, and now you are.
But then comes the first day of riding in summer kit: no leg warmers, arm warmers, helmet liner, jacket or insulated gloves. The temps magically climb above 65 and the bubble bursts. THERE’S NO GOING BACK. In a blink of an eye – faster than you can roll your arm warmers down to your wrists – you and I get picky. Ride in 40 degree rain? ARE YOU NUTS?!
Too much of a good thing can corrupt us, and it’s the same with weather. Give us a few bright and temperate days, and all the sudden we have standards…we get choosy. All our gratitude that the Iron Curtain of Winter has lifted evaporates in the warmth of the sun on black spandex.
It’s spring’s dirty trick.