What I wear, when I wear it, and how it works on my bike
I swear, every time I attempt chain maintenance, everything immediately looks not simply worse, but like a 100 year old lawnmower that’s been sitting in a field, untouched, for the last 80 of those years. Poor Linus.
I was also under-dressed for the ride in. Fortunately, I wore a real coat and grabbed the cashmere wrap on the way out the door. I was still freezing the whole way in. I had to dismount to get around ripped up terrain and thick, choppy ice, at least twice and had to abandon my attempt to walk around the iced-over curve. The two cyclists in front of me were picking their way carefully through, but I felt I should not risk it in my heels.
Sun’s out–though–and everything looks pretty, if slightly desolate.
I’m in the NYDJ grey pants, with the new bright red wool sweater.