Boxing clever!
It’s one of the main determinants of how proper a biker you are.
What happens in winter mate? Is it into the Hyundai i30, heated seats on, with your fancy velocipede serviced, washed, dried and covered up in your mancave-spec garage? Or, are you harder core than thou all through the dark nights and salty asphalt? Commuting bright and early every morning, rinsing the salt off at night, cranking up your Scottoiler and breaking out the Keise heated vest and winter gauntlets? Like most of us, I’m somewhere in between.
Being from Scotland, my first decade of riding was carried out under frankly ‘shyte’ conditions (that’s a Scottish term!). I vividly remember wearing SIX pairs of trousers (three pairs of long johns, leather trousers, combat trousers, waterproofs on top) in 1991 while working as a courier in a Glasgow winter.
Working as a bike journalist for 25 years
