If you get the gloves, find a brick and mortar, dampen your hands and try to put them in the glove. If it goes in your good, if it's like my old Gerbings you will spend a half hour trying to get them on. Gerbings good stuff, and their new gloves may be primo, but the old ones stink in wet weather.
My Father was my maker. Poverty was my maker. Distrust was my maker. I have met them all my life.