Sweaty Pants
This morning, led astray by the fridged-looking morning darkness, I got kitted up in the full winter cycling garb. Halfway to work, I was forced to stop and remove half of it to avoid being parboiled in my stretchy tights.
Cycling in the winter, for a hot-head like me, means that I either freeze at the outset, or arrive steaming hot. At least in summer, the theory is plain: wear as little as possible. (I once stripped down to my sports bra top; acceptable enough in Vancouver, but I've come to realize that in British eyes, I essentially cycled through Regent's Park in my underwear.)
I wear the extreme wicking, zip-vented, modern fabrics that promise "maximum temperature control" and cost ten times what non-extreme normal clothes do. They help, but not enough.
Stopping to remove a layer reveals seems impossibly time-consuming; something like pulling over your car and getting changed. Perhaps this indicates my essential laziness.
What I need are wearable ventian blinds: clothes that start cosy, but let the air through when I hit my stride. Hit it, inventors.
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Flora
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9:20 AM
