Friday, 27 November 2009
There's no such thing as waterproof
You see it everywhere. Waterproof. A lovely concept in an island as sodden as ours is right now. Waterproof jackets, waterproof boots, waterproof gloves, even waterproof socks. The promise of dryness and warmth whatever deluge or biblical flood blights your ride.
Trouble is, whatever Gore, eVent, React or even rubbery souwester you put on, you'll still be sodden within minutes if the weather has it's way. Waterproof boots fill up after the first few puddle splashes and gloves fill with water sluicing off your sleeves. The best waterproof jackets might shrug off heavy rain for half an hour but you'll be stweing in your own juices long before that.
Lucky then, that once you've got your head round the ringing wet dissapointment that the most expensive fabrics aren't any match for the elements though it doesn't really matter. No, as long as you've got enough insulation to keep you warm, enough food in your belly and a bunch of good mates to keep you grinning and grimacing in equal measure you can still have a bloody good ride.
So bring on more epics like last nights ride with it's savage sleet showers, wind numbed faces, solid feet and aching, creaking joints that only vanished with extra large cod and chips from Dougies. Ignore the fact that my trench foot has come back bad enough for my big toenail to completely fall off on Wednesday. Forget that my workshop is full of rusting chains and grit impregnated Gore Tex shorts. After all, if you can't beat the damn weather, you may as well join it. We'll see you out there.