On Sunday when I left on my ride, it was still early. The Weather Nerd app noted that it wasn’t yet 40 degrees and yet I opted not to take my toasty Gerbing gloves to plug in. Instead, I chose my regular unlined, uninsulated leather gloves. What should’ve been a no-brainer had me walk back in to the house from the driveway twice to make my final exchange between the 2 pairs of gloves.
Ughhhhhh, I hate the way they feel so puffy in the fingersssssss.
Something along those lines is my standard complaint about winter riding gloves. Their chubby digits keep me from really feeling things in a direct way. Literally. And I hate that. I hate that whatever I touch has an obvious barrier between my hands and it. I’m feeling my glove feeling things. It’s surrogate touching.
My choice in leather gloves seem to have less of that disconnect. They’re more snug on the fingers and their skin is closer to mine. The overall sensation of touching things with my leather-gloved hands is more direct.
Though I was wearing my Gerbing liner and keeping my core toasty, I had to pull over 3 times to warm my hands during the ride. But, why? Why would I willingly subject myself to the ache, the numbness, the sting? Why do we make the choice to feel the pain when something much more simple is right there!?