I rode 20 miles home from work, 12 miles of which is across an exposed moor.
Conditions were pretty appalling. It was so bad a nice chap in a corsa stopped to offer me a lift over the moor, I declined as I’m not a quitter. At that point I was leaning at a 45degree angle trying to stay upright whilst steering left to go in a straight line. When I turned full on into the wind it was a bit of a battle. It was akin to being at say mid storm.
My hands were numb, my feet were numb and even after a very hot shower it still took me about an hour to warm up. It was 7degrees, 6pm 1st June. Mayvember just ended, welcome to Juneuary.
I could have phoned my wife and asked her to pick me up I suppose but where’s the fun in that.
My rapha hardshell jacket is a seriously impressive bit of kit, 80 minutes in torrential rain and I was bone dry underneath.
I went swimming instead so did I, well it felt like it 🙂