Winter cycling in cold, wet conditions can be a brutal experience, especially when battling numb, frozen hands. For years, I dismissed the clunky Bar Mitts as something only unseasoned cyclists would use. I was determined to brave the elements like a “real cyclist,” no matter how freezing my hands got.
But a painful wake-up call last winter changed everything. After enduring a snowstorm on a gravel ride, I spent ten minutes in my car sobbing as the feeling slowly returned to my fingers. Thirteen winters in the Pacific Northwest had finally taken their toll, and I was done.
