"I don't know how you wear those full-fingered gloves," he said, looking at my hands.
"I don't know how you don't," I replied.
"It's 90 degrees out!" he said, as he rode on by.
I'll go on 100-mile rides without a helmet, but I wear gloves every time I ride a bike anywhere. It's rare that I will even take a test ride around the block without them. And, I haven't worn the classic half-fingered gloves in years.
Part of the reason is that I always wear gloves on a motorcycle. So, handlebars feel normal to me through a layer (or more) of leather and cloth. The other is that I've seen the damage that sharp rocks and asphalt can do to one's hands in the middle of a crash.
I was riding down the road at Waterton Canyon, one time on a club ride, when the guy I was riding next to suddenly caught his wheel in a rut and went straight down. He was holding the bar-end extensions on his mtb bar, and the backs of his fingers took the whole force of his fall. The impact on the sharp, granitic gravel took most of the nail off of his pinkie finger, and ripped chunks of flesh off of the two fingers next to it.
He was wearing the half-finger gloves.
So, I spend the summer with what must be the ultimate "farmer's tan". Since I tend to wear long sleeves, pushed part -way up my arm, and full gloves, I get a burn/tan on about 5 or 6 inches of my forearm. My hands and the rest of my arms stay lily-white, for the most part.
But, I usually manage to keep the skin on my knuckles.
Unrelated Business: Today is my Momma's birthday. Happy Birthday, J.R.!