Dressing up for a ride at the temperatures below zero (8-10C) and fairly vicious winds is always tricky. I didn’t want to be neither overdressed nor underdressed. Just warm enough to keep my body temperature constant. It is usually impossible to accomplish this, but definitely worth of trying.
Talk about ‘them’ socks 😉
This morning I was pretty skeptical about the ride. Two days ago Gdańsk was covered with a very thin layer of snow. Sure, it disappeared quickly (in most places), but the negative temperatures stayed behind. And…this darn wind, so ‘normal’ for this part of the world…. I knew this is going to be a tough ride, and it was, indeed. As soon I left the building my helmet flew off my head. Luckily, my bare skull was protected with the black balaclava. I picked the helmet off the sidewalk and buckled it up properly. I was ready to go again. A round trip was only 32 km, but challenging enough to question my earlier decision. It was hard to breath (freezing air) and the cross and occasional head winds didn’t help. The sheet of thin ice, partially covering the Osowskie Lake (jezioro osowskie), reminded me that the cycling season is about to end. Eventually, I arrived to my destination at the Boczna Street in Chwaszczyno. Here, together with my dad we shared a cup of tea each, a delicious cheese bun. I silently looked into the past of the man once strong and full of life… Love you dad!
“Family means no one gets left behind or forgotten.” David Ogden Stiers