The ride home today was cold, a dry and bitter 15 degrees. Nothing compared to the cold expected for tomorrow morning, though. -4 to be exact. That’s -4 fahrenheit, -20 celsius.
The headline on the Chicago Tribune today:
An arctic cold blast from Siberia will barrel through the Chicago area tonight, driving temperatures below zero for the first time in a year and creating dangerous wind chills that could hit nearly 30 below.
Alright, team – who’s gonna ride their bikes with me tomorrow? :)
I’m not one for riding to prove anything, but I’m attracted to the idea of pushing the limits with the temperature. When we had an arctic blast last year, I set out to ride and gave up after less than a mile, as my hands started to hurt unbearably. I rode directly to the nearest L train stop, locked Oma up and took the train the rest of the way to work. I blogged about my defeat here.
But I learned from my mistakes and came up with a game plan to avoid that downfall tomorrow. Pretty simple, actually: lots of layers, a scarf wrapped around my face and, the piece de resistance, hand and foot warmers that I will remove from the package an hour before leaving. Maybe even two warmers per mitten. That was my biggest problem last time – I didn’t open my hand warmers until I’d already set out, not knowing that they need time to warm up. Also, I might ride Betty Foy, since the pavement is bone dry and I could go faster, thereby creating more internal heat and cutting the commute time by 5 minutes or so. I’ll have a tail wind on the way to work, at least. The ride is only 5 miles. I think this will work…
…Or not. Who knows? I may wake up in the morning and think, “forget this madness.” I’m not going to lay my reputation on it. The wind chill scares me a little bit. But there’s no shame in trying. :) Stay tuned.