Shoulda Worn Raingear
After yesterday’s washout, I was pleased to see nothing on radar this morning and 40 degrees on my backyard thermometer. While Pam and lifted this morning, the local weather dudes kept talking about drizzle, but I pretty much discounted their chatter. When I got on the bike, however, I realized that I would probably call it a light rain instead of a drizzle. By the time I got about two blocks away, I was debating turning around and swapping out a pair of pants and jacket for raingear, but decided to just go with it.
In the end, it probably wouldn’t have made much difference either way. My commuting pants and jacket had enough water repellency to keep from soaking through, and I was overdressed enough to be sweating pretty good on the inside anyway.
I kind of like riding in conditions like today. Even though it was gray, foggy, drizzly and just downright fugly, it was relatively calm and peaceful out there. At one point, I was riding along through a residential neighborhood, and I heard this bright and cheery voice calling out, “Good morning!”. It was a young lady who had come out of a house and was walking down the driveway. I gave her a wave and just grinned. It’s interactions like that one that make me appreciate the ability and opportunity to ride…even on fugly mornings like today.
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