Holy hell it was a hot day for cycling.
At 35 degrees it feels like 45 and I took this opportunity to cash in on some lieu time and play hookie from work. If ever there was a day to avoid melting off of my bicycle in a 30km ride, today was it. Now I am in my toasty apartment, sipping a Stella and competing with my cat for a space in front of the table fan. Earlier today however, I found myself cycling around centretown despite Environment Canada’s weather warning.
Cycling in near tropic temperatures is an acquired taste, to say the least. By the end of a short 5km ride you are a giant, glistening sweatball with bad hair and the beginnings of an awkward knee tan. (Honestly, I can’t be the only cyclist in the city with tanned knees.) Today, in fact, I fit the above description by the time I finished unlocking my bike. By the time I made it to the next block I was questioning my decision (and my sanity). Why give up the wonderful comforts of home (ie. table fan) for the sweltering streets of Ottawa?
No, I’m just being dramatic.
Cycling in the heat is no sweat (lies; it’s always sweaty) as long as you bring sunscreen and lots of water. And as long as you go nice and slow. The heat tends to have a slo-mo effect on the city so you may not have much of say in the matter. Of course, if you are anything like those bike short wearing, aquapack toting diehards that insist on breezing past me no matter what, you will go as fast as you can to prove to us all that mere temperature hikes will not stand in your way.
But seriously, here’s hoping tomorrow stays under 30.