After reading a couple of blogs about the temperature breaching the triple-digit mark, I felt compelled to chime in. Last weekend, when Lewi...
After reading a couple of blogs about the temperature breaching the triple-digit mark, I felt compelled to chime in.
Last weekend, when Lewis and I rode through Lake Elsinore, I caught a temperature reading on an outdoor-display, reading 108°F. It sure felt like it. Actually, it was probably another 5° hotter riding on the asphalt.
My hands were burning, and no, I wasn't wearing gloves.
In fact, I was riding with shorts on. Definitely a mistake, because everytime we came to a stop, the heat from the engine radiated against my calves, sun was shining on them, and the heat from the street too. They got sun burnt.
The wind didn't make anything cooler, at this point, the air gets hotter the faster your ride.
For the most part, Lewis and I were just riding from one watering hole to another, getting a beer or a soda at each stop, and enjoying the air conditioning. We had ridden up the coast from San Clemente to Laguna Beach, and while it was cooler there, it was still warm. But as soon as headed inland, to get back home, the heat just poured on.
Common sense tells us that we were out of our fricken minds to subject ourselves to such a roasting. But the two of us wanted to ride so bad, nothing was going to stop us.
The main thing to keep in mind is to make frequent stops to get drinks. We probably stopped every 30-45 minutes. The sun was sucking so much moisture from our bodies, that I didn't have pee all day. In fact, I peed in the morning, around 9:00am, and didn't pee again until about 7:00pm. I just didn't need to go.
So, at what point does it get too hot to ride? I don't know, I haven't experienced it yet!
Last weekend, when Lewis and I rode through Lake Elsinore, I caught a temperature reading on an outdoor-display, reading 108°F. It sure felt like it. Actually, it was probably another 5° hotter riding on the asphalt.
My hands were burning, and no, I wasn't wearing gloves.
In fact, I was riding with shorts on. Definitely a mistake, because everytime we came to a stop, the heat from the engine radiated against my calves, sun was shining on them, and the heat from the street too. They got sun burnt.
The wind didn't make anything cooler, at this point, the air gets hotter the faster your ride.
For the most part, Lewis and I were just riding from one watering hole to another, getting a beer or a soda at each stop, and enjoying the air conditioning. We had ridden up the coast from San Clemente to Laguna Beach, and while it was cooler there, it was still warm. But as soon as headed inland, to get back home, the heat just poured on.
Common sense tells us that we were out of our fricken minds to subject ourselves to such a roasting. But the two of us wanted to ride so bad, nothing was going to stop us.
The main thing to keep in mind is to make frequent stops to get drinks. We probably stopped every 30-45 minutes. The sun was sucking so much moisture from our bodies, that I didn't have pee all day. In fact, I peed in the morning, around 9:00am, and didn't pee again until about 7:00pm. I just didn't need to go.
So, at what point does it get too hot to ride? I don't know, I haven't experienced it yet!
