Over Birmingham the sun shines hotter than Hawaii and it’s time once again to do away with the full finger and for the first time this year, don the mitts.
Some folks prefer not to wear anything on their hands, they like to go bare back. For me, I must cover up. Should I fall off my bike I want to keep at least my knuckles and palms intact if nothing else, so mitts are in my top five necessary items you need come summertime, plus with the right pair you really are on your way to looking like your cycling hero, if only from the elbow down in my case. Heck I’m still winter training!
Anyway, here are my ultimate mitts, there are none better and they can never be replaced.
Rapha Grand Tour gloves. Look at them, ruined. Bewteen these mitts and I we have many great memories shared. In fact they still have the dried sweat contained from what I like to call my ‘worst hour’ but we won’t go into that.
The Crochet mitt. An out and out classic. Again, many memories shared between me and these but with the condition they are in I should really consider some replacements but I can’t bring myself to do it.
NOS Santini suede mitts. Bought as a birthday present for me by my great pal Jon. These are so luxurious I am not sure if I can even put them on because I know the first sign of sweat will reduce these beauties to a pile of leathery mush.