As the seasons turn and Spring, slowly but inexorably, becomes Summer (or, as we like to call it in Britain, “Summer”), I gradually expose more and more flesh (with a very definite upper limit) to the elements.
This week, for the first time this year, not only were my arms exposed up past the elbow but there was also a good nine inches of leg on display from the hems of my cropped running leggings to the tops of my short riding socks as I turned my own wheels inexorably towards work.
Palpable changes include worrying more about sunburn than frostbite and faster changing times at the end of the day. I don’t dislike cycling in bad weather but it does come with complications which melt away in the heat of sunny summer days.
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