I actually like cold frosty rides and the only time that really sucks in the UK is about Jan 15th to March
More like about 15th November to some time in March
I’m going to have to get some Winter mountain biking holidays booked for Spain this year. If I can pull this off the Winter might end up with some better riding than anything done all Summer.
It depends on your particluar dislikes I guess.
I’m very winter phobic, as soon as the Summer Solstice passes, some twunt will always gob off “night are drawing in now” ffs.
13 years of worrying about the ‘bad days’ riding.
For me a ‘bad day’ is the day when you look out the window and it’s throwing it down, it’s sub 4c and blowing a gale. I don’t want to get out of bed, but I do, I don’t want to leave the house, but I do, I don’t want to get out of the Van, but I do.
Even with waterproof shorts and a decent jacket I get back a few hours laters and pour my riding kit into a bucket and I’m stood in my pants in a freezing cold gloomy carpark all the grit and grime has gotten under my pads and is eating my skin, all my muscles ache, I’ve got mud in every corner of my eyes and it’s hurting – can’t feel my hands or feet.
As soon as the kids go back to school I tell myself it’s like that for months till May, but it’s not really.
Typically for me, those sort of rides happen 2 or 3 times over Winter, it’s the exception rather than the norm.
The average temp for Cardiff in November is 8c – which is absolutely fine for me, I wouldn’t wear a base layer at 8c. High normal is 11c and low normal 5c.
Dec isn’t much worse, it’s only really Jan and Feb that truely suck. Jan is just the pits, but with all the nonsense around Xmas and New Year it doesn’t seem to start until the 7th and Feb is at least short, by Mid-Feb there usually the first, very early signs of new life coming into the countryside.
By the 7th of Feb it’s light when I leave work, even if it’s dark by the time I get home, those few moments of gloomy, daylight can make all the difference, it’s one of the highlights of the year for me – the day I drive home in the light, it’s the day grand plans for summer are drawn up, talk of evening rides after work, the daily ‘tree check’ for the first sign of leaves.