If you’re a cold-weather-shorts person, you’ll know that the real fun starts at about 10° Celsius (50° F). That’s when almost everyone else drops out of the race, and you start to get the looks. As the temperature continutes fall, you’ll also get the comments:
“Were you born in a barn?”
“You must be descended from Vikings!”
“I don't get it!”
“I'm calling the cops!”
You do need to wrap your core, but then it’s all about the extremities. Jam something cozy on your head, hands and feet. Now you’re free to unleash those knees.
Applying this technique will easily extend the summer through to November.
Here’s a drawing called Baltic Avenue. It ran in the noir issue of Current Affairs, earlier this year: