There have been questions about wearing ATGATT and what it's like when the temp is ridiculous. I thought I'd share, for those that are curious.
All my gear is ventilated and perforated. I live in SC. I wore perforated stuff through the winter, because it's so much shorter than the summers here. Lots of layers and Freeze-Out gear got me through February and March.
110 degrees, Fahrenheit, in the shade, is what I'm writing about today. So let's get this out of the way: It's damn hot. Doesn't matter if you're naked, sitting on your front porch, with a fan blowing on you while sipping a mint julip. Triple digits is damn hot.
Riding in that kind of heat of is like sitting in front of an oven, in front of a giant hair dryer, while inside of a steel factory. It's just hot.
Have we got that out of the way? OK. ATGATT in that kind of oppressive heat? It's an exercise in fortitude. I walk out of my front door, and am just beat down by the heat. I get on my bike, complete my gear-up, and it's miserable.
While moving down the road, my carefully chosen gear moves a lot of really hot air. Miserable. I'm not going to be pleasure-riding in triple digit heat. The heat just stole the joy from my commute. It sucks.
Here's the however: However, it's frickin' darn hot! It doesn't matter what I'm wearing, or what I'm doing. If it's 110 darn degrees in the shade, it's hot no matter what.
So I commute to work, all ATGATT, and here's my little pearl of wisdom - the temperature really doesn't care. I'm ATGATT because bad stuff happens. When it's hot, it's just hot. It really doesn't matter if you're in shorts or full gear. It's still going to be hot.
While I was moving, I was less hot. While at a stop light, I was more hot. It's frickin' miserable, either way, and doesn't really matter.
The SouthEastern United States is arguably the Harley Davidson capital of the world. Haven't seen a single HD for days. Too hot for those bad-ass riders.
I was out in it. In my gear. It sucked. Am I some super badass rider? Nope. I'm just going to keep on doing what I do. It's going to be hot regardless of whether I'm ATGATT, squid, or stepping into a soon to be air conditioned cage.
I choose to be on my bike, in my gear, and temp be damned. Sure, I'm not pleasure riding in this heat. No joy, there. Hot is hot. Didn't stop me from commuting, ATGATT, though.
No excuses, ladies and gentleman. If it's hot, it's just hot. Doesn't matter what you're wearing, or what your doing. Triple digits is just really hot, and if you choose to be ATGATT, you're really not that much hotter than everybody else. Pretty much end of story.
Here's the afterword: Damn, it's hot. I'm in my gear. Damn, it's hot. I get to work all sweaty and stuff. So do the cagers. It's hot. At this point, I find myself having to toss in a big 'Ol, LOL! It's frickin' hot! Get the point? ATGATT or squid, it's still oppressively hot. Only in the case of a down, I'm better off than the squid.
Strangely, I haven't seen a squid for days...
All my gear is ventilated and perforated. I live in SC. I wore perforated stuff through the winter, because it's so much shorter than the summers here. Lots of layers and Freeze-Out gear got me through February and March.
110 degrees, Fahrenheit, in the shade, is what I'm writing about today. So let's get this out of the way: It's damn hot. Doesn't matter if you're naked, sitting on your front porch, with a fan blowing on you while sipping a mint julip. Triple digits is damn hot.
Riding in that kind of heat of is like sitting in front of an oven, in front of a giant hair dryer, while inside of a steel factory. It's just hot.
Have we got that out of the way? OK. ATGATT in that kind of oppressive heat? It's an exercise in fortitude. I walk out of my front door, and am just beat down by the heat. I get on my bike, complete my gear-up, and it's miserable.
While moving down the road, my carefully chosen gear moves a lot of really hot air. Miserable. I'm not going to be pleasure-riding in triple digit heat. The heat just stole the joy from my commute. It sucks.
Here's the however: However, it's frickin' darn hot! It doesn't matter what I'm wearing, or what I'm doing. If it's 110 darn degrees in the shade, it's hot no matter what.
So I commute to work, all ATGATT, and here's my little pearl of wisdom - the temperature really doesn't care. I'm ATGATT because bad stuff happens. When it's hot, it's just hot. It really doesn't matter if you're in shorts or full gear. It's still going to be hot.
While I was moving, I was less hot. While at a stop light, I was more hot. It's frickin' miserable, either way, and doesn't really matter.
The SouthEastern United States is arguably the Harley Davidson capital of the world. Haven't seen a single HD for days. Too hot for those bad-ass riders.
I was out in it. In my gear. It sucked. Am I some super badass rider? Nope. I'm just going to keep on doing what I do. It's going to be hot regardless of whether I'm ATGATT, squid, or stepping into a soon to be air conditioned cage.
I choose to be on my bike, in my gear, and temp be damned. Sure, I'm not pleasure riding in this heat. No joy, there. Hot is hot. Didn't stop me from commuting, ATGATT, though.
No excuses, ladies and gentleman. If it's hot, it's just hot. Doesn't matter what you're wearing, or what your doing. Triple digits is just really hot, and if you choose to be ATGATT, you're really not that much hotter than everybody else. Pretty much end of story.
Here's the afterword: Damn, it's hot. I'm in my gear. Damn, it's hot. I get to work all sweaty and stuff. So do the cagers. It's hot. At this point, I find myself having to toss in a big 'Ol, LOL! It's frickin' hot! Get the point? ATGATT or squid, it's still oppressively hot. Only in the case of a down, I'm better off than the squid.
Strangely, I haven't seen a squid for days...
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