Those who know me well, know that I don’t like the cold and also that I moved to Spain to ride my bike more often.
After nearly 6 years in Spain I find myself feeling cold when it is 2°C and I’m definitely not up for a leisurely ride. When living in Sweden I was riding lots and lots regardless of the weather. I was younger then and less sensitive to the cold. I suspect that my years in Spain have made me weak.
I came across information about a winter rally in Spain, taking place in January. Apparently it is the 3rd largest of its kind in Europe. I got really excited because I have been feeling low lately and I felt that some biking would be the medicine. Well, I was excited until I saw the footage from last year’s rally, the bikes were covered with snow and people were camping. Oh my, that is not for me. I admire those people who can spend the day riding in the cold and then stay in a cold tent. My circulation just isn’t up for it, my blood would simply freeze.
Motauros Rally in Tordesillas near Valladolid
Well, after this I was reading an article in a Swedish magazine about the true biker heroes, the by-bike couriers who manage to overcome a Stockholm that is covered with snow and ice and -15°. Amazing, but not for me!
Motorcyklarnas sanna hjälte
A friend on FB posted that he was waiting for the ice on the lake to be thick enough to be safe for ice racing… sounds fun, and cold. Not for me. I started contemplating the journeys I have done by bike in the past. I have been cold more often that hot, that is for sure. For example last summer in the Swiss Alps, so so cold!!
Well, this weekend I had planned to take my Lazy Cat out for a coffee trip. I’m not sure I will make it, seems cold. Just like in Sweden the winter is for being sulky about not riding, nurturing old memories and making new plans. I just have fewer friends to do this with, but fortunately winter is shorter.
Now I will start putting up documentation from journeys in the past. Starting with WIMA Rally 2010 Japan!!