We have officially entered the season of transition. The temperature is rising and the snow is melting.
There was a fog warning this morning, which made for a beautifully eerie commute by bike. I made sure to stop and capture the magic of it.
Morning to Evening. -40°C to -4°C in the span of 8 hours. Such variety. Canadian winter, you keep me on my toes.
Over these last few weeks I was forced to accept that I have a limit when it comes to winter cycling. This is a hard pill to swallow! In a lot of ways I am limited by the type of bike I chose. My thin tires cannot handle a foot of snow, go figure. I find myself daydreaming of upgrading to a fat bike for the winter months. I chose my Trek not because it was the best possible choice but because it was affordable. Due to my unnerving uncertainty about whether winter cycling was going to be for me I could only (in good conscience) fork up so much cash and those fat bikes are pricey. Turns out I love it and on bad days that leave me bus bound I wish I could be out there braving it. Days like these cause me to miss my Azor dearly and long for Spring's arrival.
I only own one piece from this ensemble, the boots, so this is a bit of a fantasy scenario for me. Wearing all this gear (as is) would be ideal until about -15°C. Anything colder than that and you would need to make two adjustments: replace the skirt for an outer pant layer that is both windproof and insulating and add a middle insulating layer on the top. If it were -30°C or colder I would also add a face mask under the scarf and maybe goggles!
Left: There was a severe cold weather warning this morning, which resulted in some epic eyecicles on my ride to work.
Right: The ride home was gorgeous!
Me is a "lifestyle cyclist" and a lover of all things bicycle!