- Thermal underwear still works. I hadn't worn it for thirty-odd years, but, yep, it keeps you way warmer. Plus it's not too uncomfortable working in the cube all day.
- When you're going down some hill at 30 mph, thermal underwear or no, at 12 degrees, you are in for a sphincter-puckering experience. But not for long.
- Huffing and puffing uphill, you're going to get sweat-arms. man. Maybe there's some high-dollar shit that the weekend warriors wear, but of course your G.B. eschews such nonsense. No big deal anyway, just turn the coat arms inside-out and let 'em dry.
We should reflect, also, that people do go out in this shit for fun. I'm talking about skiers & etc. Plus they pay a lot of money to do that shit. Your G. B. accomplishes the same feeling of chilled thrill by getting out in traffic and going to work at 4:00 AM on the trusty Schwinn Frontier, which I did weekend before last. And I was just thinking as I schlepped up the steep hill there to the office, you could say, yeah, I had to get up at the crack of Tanya Tucker's sag-assed rendition of Delta Dawn O'clock and drag my ass up the hill to work (in which case you paint yourself loser), OR, you could say, yep, decided to rise early this wintry Saturday morn and get in an extra hour of cardio (which styles you vagina-wettening bad-ass). So it's all in how you choose to regard thyself, verily, is it not? The answer is, yes, it is.