|"Are you really taking a picture of your |
"Yes, Triumph, it's for the blog."
I tried on a lot of gloves before I gave up, and settled on Alpinestars. After all, Alpinestars is a good brand, right? And they were insulated, so they had to be better than what I was already wearing. Right?
I'm embarrassed to admit, this isn't the first time I've found myself trying to buy warmer gloves because I needed them now. It didn't work out quite as intended then, either.*
It seems like finding a pair of decent gloves is as hard, if not harder, than finding a pair of jeans that fit. If I ever find a pair of gloves that I love, I'm going to order 5 more identical pairs immediately so I can keep them in reserve. In a fireproof safe. Just in case.
Let's get back to the story. There I was, with freezing hands and a limited selection of gloves. The Alpinestars were the least-awful option, and I assumed they'd break in and I'd get used to them.
|"Ooo-kayyy... Could you at least crop me|
out of the picture then, Lucky?"
I don't want to be too hard on Alpinestars. Apart from the odd sizing**, they seem to be really well made. They're not cozy-mittens warm, but they block the wind and have decent insulation. If I had heated grips, they'd probably be just fine. Heck, if they fit right, they'd probably be perfect. They're even reasonably cool-looking.
All the same, I really, really don't like them. These gloves lightened my wallet and continue to make my hands grumpy, and I don't have anyone to blame except myself. So, perhaps it's less that I don't like the gloves, and more that I don't like the constant, frustrating reminder that I make a bad choice when I bought them.
What I've taken away from this experience is that I need to go shopping for warm gloves before it gets cold again, and not buy any gloves I'm not 100% certain about. Luckily, the weather here is currently warming, so I should be able to get away with wearing my summer gloves again soon.
Though, those gloves are due for replacement too...
* A word to the wise: Should you find yourself on an interstate 200 miles from home with freezing cold hands, desperate enough to buy a pair of leather work gloves and liners from a truck stop, be aware that your hands and forearms are going to hate you for the rest of the trip, and the next couple of days afterward.
** Seriously, who is the skinny-fingered giant these things are made for? I want to meet him or her and experience that handshake.