Cafe Du Cycliste – 騎乘不只是我的唯一 ，更是必須。
Trying to escape from water in Ireland is like trying to block sunlight in Provence. You can try all you like, but it’s not going to go away any time soon.
Growing up I learned quickly that when it’s not raining, that just means it’s going to rain.
Where I ride you can’t escape water, whether it’s in your face, in the numerous lakes and rivers, or shaping the valleys and hills that shape the contours, that shape the roads, that shape the legs, that shape the mind, that shape your view of the world around you.
Now don’t get me wrong, I love cycling in heat. Climbing Mt Ventoux in 41c was enjoyable – seriously good fun and the heat stress was quite bearable. If I could, I’d live in a Catalan village seared by the sun. But here’s the thing, I sleep with the bedroom window open and hear the weather before I see it, and the sound of rain makes me excited about riding a bike. I don’t wait for the rain to stop, I try to get out the door before it stops.
如果可以，我想居住在被太陽烘烤過的Catalan village ，觀望著房間的窗戶，能讓我察覺天氣的變化，但無論多糟糕的氣候都無法阻止我想騎乘的心情，不想等待，也無法等待。
For me there is only one necessity and that’s warm hands and feet, the rest be damned. Or damped.
對我來說，騎乘不只是我的 唯一 ，更是 必須。
A few riders I know start each message about a ride with a statement about the weather as if it matters and should dictate saddle time.
Is your ride affected by the rain in Ireland?
Yes, for sure, even when it isn’t raining.