Winter bicycling is more than temperatures and forecasts and wool layers and hand warmers. Winter bicycling is when the world brightens as the wind whips and my mind clears as my cheeks flush.
My fingers and toes may be numb, my nose may be running, my eyes may be watering – but I am the happiest and calmest version of myself, bicycling on a crystal clear winter day.
Today I experienced a rare winter treat: leaving the office early enough to catch the sun before setting. The late afternoon light painted the sky with an ombre splash of color, inspiring me to record a video that I hope conveys some of the joy of the ride.
Here I am Saturday night after biking home in rain and sleet with Mr. Dottie. The streets were not slippery yet, so the ride was not so bad. :-)
My Lululemon Ride On Rain Jacket continues to perform well. Being able to put the hood under my helmet is a great help. Today the weather is super cold, dry and sunny, which I generally prefer, but sometimes a ride in the freezing rain can be invigorating.
P.S. Who watched the Golden Globes last night? Love Tina and Amy!
Winter is my favorite time to ride a bike in Chicago. The paths are relatively empty and there are many sunny mornings, when the blues and whites and sands shine brilliantly.
There has been a little ice and snow this winter. Just enough to add a bit of sparkle to the city, not enough to disrupt my routine or put challenges in my path.
I cannot imagine Chicago winter without bicycling. I think life would be pretty grim this time of year, if I did not have a reason to frolic outside with regularity. And I would miss out on so much beauty!
Welcome, 2013! As I followed my ritual this morning of pouring a cup of coffee and popping open my macbook to check the weather, I was greeted by this sight:
12 degrees fahrenheit – yeesh. (That’s -11 celsius.) Normal for Chicago winter, but by far the coldest day of this season so far. At least most of last week’s snow has disappeared.
With very little traffic lately due to people being off work for the holidays, I’ve been enjoying my bike commutes along otherwise highly trafficked streets. I certainly did not want to miss out on cycling today. Here I am preparing to set off:
I wore a wool dress with tights. To this I added the following for non-bulky but highly effective layering: wool leggings and wool leg warmers, wool socks and winter boots with warmers, a light windbreaker and trench coat, cashmere scarf, glove liners and ski mittens with warmers, earmuffs and winter helmet, and sunglasses (safety glasses after dark to protect my eyes from cold wind). This is very similar to what I wore in my how-to video for winter cycling.
This worked perfectly. I was like a little moving furnace. My only problem was forgetting to fill my pockets with tissue to blow my nose, which runs like crazy in the extreme cold.
When I left work in the evening, the weather had warmed up to a relatively toasty 22 degrees and I was sweating under my layers by the time I got home.
I got back on my bike last Friday. The morning was beautiful.
I felt great during the whole ride, including the bits on the street. Thank goodness for the Lakefront Trail, where I don’t have to worry about cars. I’ll be taking this route much more from now on, since my peaceful side-street route turned out to be not so peaceful.
Last night I took city streets home – a similar route as usual but avoiding the intersection – but it was too soon. I was fearful and started crying a bit for no reason as I went along. Typing that out is embarrassing, but there you have it. I’ve always been super defensive and cautious, but now I feel like I cannot trust any intersection situation no matter what. Plus, I think the night and everything felt too similar. I’m back on the Lakefront Trail today.
For anyone who’s gone through something like this, how did you feel getting back on the bike?
To begin: I’M OKAY. But on the way home from work Friday, I was hit by a car. The driver ran a stop sign and struck me with the front left of his car. The force crumpled the front of my bike, slammed me counter-clockwise into the side of the car and then onto the pavement. The driver kept going. There were a lot of witnesses and some extremely nice people came over to help me. They called 911 and provided statements to the police that I was doing everything right. An ambulance came and brought me to the ER. I have some pain and bruises, but am otherwise okay. Coco the bike is in pretty bad shape.
Apparently, the driver of a silver/white car had swerved to the right (illegally – only one lane each direction) around another car waiting at the stop sign, barreled through the intersection, and sped even faster to escape as soon as he hit me. There was no way for me to anticipate or avoid such recklessness. That was after I stopped completely for my stop sign (four-way stop), waited for two other cars to go before proceeding, and almost made it through to the other side. Unfortunately, no one got the license plate number.
My view – car came from my right:
The police officer who took my statement at the ER said this would be passed to the major crash unit. They can check video surveillance from a city camera a block away, but I’m not expecting anything. Although this person should be thrown in jail and never drive again and I wish I could get some money for Coco, I’m really not worked up about the driver. I don’t have the energy for that kind of anger. The extreme kindness of everyone else involved – the witnesses, police, fire department EMTs, doctors, my friend who drove me to pick up my bike later – was much more powerful than one driver’s cruelty.
Of course, I will continue to bike, once I’m feeling better, although I’m sure I’ll be more anxious and I will never bike through this intersection again. Sadly, no amount of caution can protect you from a reckless driver with no regard for human life, whether you’re in a car or on a bike, but life must go on.
While at Jon’s shop, I also picked up a new Cat Eye front blinkie light. My old Cat Eye also popped off my bike a couple of days ago and shattered.
Am I the only one with stuff popping off my bike left and right? Maybe I need to secure stuff better, but part of the problem is the awful conditions of Chicago’s streets. Potholes galore. Well, would this … thing … pictured below even count as a pothole?
This has been there for years and I can never go around it because traffic’s always whizzing by on my left. Right next to this monstrosity is where I found my u-lock the next morning. A kind bicyclist, I assume, moved my lock from the street to the sidewalk – or maybe it really popped that far??
So now I am the proud owner of one bike lock too many, but I’m sure it will come in handy one day.
My u-lock is not the only thing that I lost and found that day. I also forgot my helmet under my chair at the restaurant where I met my friend for dinner. I didn’t realize I was missing my helmet until hours later, after a movie and drinks. By 11 p.m., the restaurant was dark. But as I unlocked my bike, the owner, who was about to drive away, popped out of his car and said, “You forgot your helmet, right?” He unlocked the restaurant, went in, and appeared a couple of minutes later with my helmet. Very kind of him!
Now let’s see if I can go a few weeks without losing anything else. :-)
Friday: red trench, cashmere sweater, Burberry skirt, tights, flats.
(Most everything I bought used, some on clearance.)
The photos reveal a consistency in my fall dressing: cashmere, wool, tights, and leather boots. I know I’ve said this many times before, but these materials are excellent for cold-weather cycling. There is no reason for me to wear technical clothing.