Have I mentioned that winter’s finally come to Chicago? And she is not messing around.
This morning I biked to work in 15 F temps. My alley was an ice rink, but the streets and bike lanes were clear and dry. That’s good, because I haven’t put studded tires on Oma yet. I was totally comfortable throwing a puffy vest over a wool skirt suit and wool undershirt, plus cotton tights, snow boots, scarf, gloves, and earmuffs. I stuck heating packs in my mittens and boots, otherwise I wouldn’t have made it.
By the time I arrived at work, I felt refreshed and happy.
Unfortunately, the day grew colder and this outfit proved to be lacking for the commute home.
The temperature on the way home was effing cold:
For the non-Americans out there, that’s:
Plus, it was windy! As usual. Windchill of -7 F, -22 C. By the time I got home, my fingers and toes were in pain (despite the warmers) and my thighs were bright red. Not gonna lie: my spirits were low. But now that I’m warmed up, I feel good for the activity and fresh air. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Since I can bike in -4 F temps, today should not have been a problem. Now that I’ve been harshly reminded of the reality of Chicago winters, I wont be caught unprepared again this year.
Tomorrow happens to be Chicago’s Winter Bike to Work Day, but up to 7 inches of fresh snow are supposed to fall, so forget that. I won’t be on my bike, especially without studded tires. Not my idea for fun, but I hope anyone who rides has a good and safe time.