A Polar Ride

I took a bike ride this sunny, 35º afternoon. Even with my standard-issue winter-duct-taped cycling shoes (paisley, compliments of the College Grad), I STILL nearly froze my toenails off. (That's a term my mother used to use when we kids were kids.)


Behind me was another cyclist, so I circled back and asked Hello, how far are you going? And his reply was that he was going through the next two towns, the first of which would be MY stop, and so I drafted behind him while we chatted.

By the time I got home, my toes and my thighs were numb. I am going to have to rethink this winter riding: either find some winter-weight duct tape, or tend to my knitting by the fire.