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HAPPY BEARDCICLE DAY – Jan. 1

January 1, 2016

“Oh, you’ve grown your beard out” has been the obvious statement which I have heard several times over the last couple months.  It is usually followed by a puzzled look and an awkward pause.  Usually, I try to fill the silence with some justification as to why, I would do such a thing to my face.

I understand the question.

My beard is an accurate gauge of my mortality.  I check it annually from November through January.  Every year, the territory of brown whiskers has slowly been ceded to the territory of the grey.  At this point, whiskers are an effective strategy to add 10 years to my appearance.  This is the question behind every puzzled look – why would you do that?

My reason for growing a beard is one that only those who live in cold climates can appreciate and today, my reason was fulfilled.

I was fortunate enough to get outside and do some New Year’s Day cycling.  The temperature was 12 degrees F and the roads were relatively free of ice.  So, we bundled up and rode.

New Year's Ride

I grow my beard out for just this opportunity.   If you cycle cleanly shaven in the cold, the best you will experience is a frozen face.  However, a beard gives you the opportunity to experience the shear epic-ness of winter cycling:

the beardcicle.

 

Beard-cicle

2016 is off to a great start!

I pray you all will have many epic, beardcicle
worthy, days in the coming year.

9 comments

  1. That is fabulous!


  2. That picture made me laugh! I needed that tonight!


  3. hahaha. This, this was hilarious. I love it!


  4. Aaaaahaha! Brilliant! Gave me a good laugh. Thank you for being you 😀


  5. I had a “tradition” of growing mine out to have facial hair for Halloween.

    As you said, the, um, white hairs began multiplying with every growth, and now I have given up that activity. I want to not look older, or even look my age. As things sit now, most people guess my age at about 10 years below actuality, and I like it like that. I may be a bit vain… no, I am a good deal vain. I don’t care what my insides look like, as long as I keep looking good and younger than I actually am. (envision guilty smile)


  6. Reblogged this on quirkywritingcorner.


  7. ummm…I live in Louisiana. I was complaining because it was 40 degrees and I felt frozen.


  8. Chuckle!


  9. Our family got a good chuckle out of this! My husband’s also an avid cyclist (both on the road and off-road). Thank you for starting our day off with humor!



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