Riding Bare-Handed

I ran some errands yesterday morning on my bike. As I was leaving, the temperature stood at around three or four degrees (C). Not a cold to bring Amundsen or Franklin to mind, but it still felt mildly winterish out.

I wore a toque under my helmet and had on my winter-weight gloves. I was ready for the cold. But in the time it took me to go to the first store on my list and make my purchase, perhaps half an hour, the sun had come out and the cold was going away.

Because I had forgotten a receipt I needed for another of my errands, I briefly returned to my house. While there I switched my toque for a Lycra tube (I think it is meant to be worn around the neck, but I like it around my head and ears when I need something to cut the wind). I also ditched my scarf and switched my heavy gloves for lightweight ones. As I got on my bike to start part two of my trip, I decided that I should probably unbutton my coat. At this point I was wishing that I had gotten around to repairing the zipper on my windbreaker last fall…

By the time I got down to Queen Street it was feeling downright spring-like. It was very sunny and the temperature had risen to ten degrees. As I got on my bike to return home I removed the Lycra tube from my head and even took off my gloves. It felt unusual to ride with no gloves for the first time in months. Riding bare-handed is a sure sign of spring.