GrumpyGregry
Here for rides.
Your (Grand)Dad had one, my Dad had one, it might have been oilskin, it may have been PVC. It may have come with a matching sou'wester. But they fell out of favour as cycling became more a sporting leisure activity and less of a means to get to work, or into town, whilst wearing normal clothes.
Working in cph I'm very much into the whole "dress for the destination not the journey" vibe at the moment, largely driven by lack of space in my carry-on baggage for "special" clothes. If you know cph at all you will know it is very windy city, and one where heavy showers are an ever-present threat. The Danes have their own version of Wainwright's "No such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothes" and those who dress smart for the destination can often be seen trundling around under a cape when, like this morning, the blue skies of 06:00 turning into the grey skies of the 07:00 ride to work.
A couple of weeks back I found myself on a day when the rain could only be described as torrential. I delayed my journey but soon realised it wasn't going to quit. En route to the office from the hotel, I stopped off at an outdoor store and as soon as I crossed the threshold, pretty darned wet, the guy behind the counter pointed me at a rack of Vaude Valdapino Rain Capes. The link is to Rose to prove these are a 'proper' cycling item btw. Needless to say there is no possibility of anyone buying a space lemon cape here, because hi-viz doth offend mine eye, and the eye of 99.99999% of cph cyclists it seems*, so those aren't stocked so I had a choice of light blue, dark blue or red. Dark blue it was, and I bought it "to go".
It packs down to the size of a paperback book so lives day-to-day in my messenger bag alongside my flat cap, which is excellent headgear for the rain affected commuter. Helmet cover you say? Er no, this is cph. Helmets are for small children and the terminally paranoid. It takes about five seconds to put on, essentially you shove your head through the hole and off you go, and once awheel you pass your hands through two interior webbing loops/straps and these keep the front of the cape in place over the handlebars. You have to extract forearms from said loops to do sociable and responsible stuff like signalling, especially when making the "Please miss! Please miss!" hands up signal which means I am stopping and which is a part of the hook left turn ritual inflicted on cph, and other Danish, wheelers on a daily basis.
The cape keeps your dry and pretty snug too in its own little micro-climate. It does catch the wind, but not as much as you might imagine, and if it is a chp cross-wind you will notice it tugging on your spokes more than on your cape.
So there you go. My Dad knew a thing or two about cycling to work after all...
*I have seen the same guy twice now in a flouro vest. I struck up a conversation with him on Norrebrogarde. He is British!
Working in cph I'm very much into the whole "dress for the destination not the journey" vibe at the moment, largely driven by lack of space in my carry-on baggage for "special" clothes. If you know cph at all you will know it is very windy city, and one where heavy showers are an ever-present threat. The Danes have their own version of Wainwright's "No such thing as bad weather, just the wrong clothes" and those who dress smart for the destination can often be seen trundling around under a cape when, like this morning, the blue skies of 06:00 turning into the grey skies of the 07:00 ride to work.
A couple of weeks back I found myself on a day when the rain could only be described as torrential. I delayed my journey but soon realised it wasn't going to quit. En route to the office from the hotel, I stopped off at an outdoor store and as soon as I crossed the threshold, pretty darned wet, the guy behind the counter pointed me at a rack of Vaude Valdapino Rain Capes. The link is to Rose to prove these are a 'proper' cycling item btw. Needless to say there is no possibility of anyone buying a space lemon cape here, because hi-viz doth offend mine eye, and the eye of 99.99999% of cph cyclists it seems*, so those aren't stocked so I had a choice of light blue, dark blue or red. Dark blue it was, and I bought it "to go".
It packs down to the size of a paperback book so lives day-to-day in my messenger bag alongside my flat cap, which is excellent headgear for the rain affected commuter. Helmet cover you say? Er no, this is cph. Helmets are for small children and the terminally paranoid. It takes about five seconds to put on, essentially you shove your head through the hole and off you go, and once awheel you pass your hands through two interior webbing loops/straps and these keep the front of the cape in place over the handlebars. You have to extract forearms from said loops to do sociable and responsible stuff like signalling, especially when making the "Please miss! Please miss!" hands up signal which means I am stopping and which is a part of the hook left turn ritual inflicted on cph, and other Danish, wheelers on a daily basis.
The cape keeps your dry and pretty snug too in its own little micro-climate. It does catch the wind, but not as much as you might imagine, and if it is a chp cross-wind you will notice it tugging on your spokes more than on your cape.
So there you go. My Dad knew a thing or two about cycling to work after all...
*I have seen the same guy twice now in a flouro vest. I struck up a conversation with him on Norrebrogarde. He is British!