Imagine this. Christmas is just around the corner, all chimneys of the world are waiting for their festive delivery, and instead of the soft whisper of a sleigh, Santa is hammering down on the pedals of a bicycle. No team of eight reindeer, no jingle…
There comes a point in every winter cyclist’s life when you stop believing in layering and start believing in battery packs. The promise is simple: heated gloves, heated insoles, maybe even a heated base layer — gear so technologically advanced it feels like you’re cosplaying…
Every year, it happens. The leaves fall. The roads glisten with a film of damp betrayal. Your group ride becomes a rolling discussion on tyre pressure that somehow turns into a full-blown emotional spiral.
