Whew! Even I wondered what I was doing out there last night…..
I had worked through lunch, so at 4:00 when I saw rain, sleet and snow coming down I decided to head for home. The temps were in the mid-thirties, so I wasn’t worried about it being slick. I just wanted to get home before the traffic started. In fact, it was kinda fun – for about 30 seconds.
What I didn’t factor in was the wind. Man, that was a killer. I had only gone a couple of blocks when I decided I didn’t want to mess with it and turned toward the hospital to wait for Pam. Then I remembered that I didn’t have a car key and to get one I would have to leave my bike unlocked, walk into the clinic dripping water and ask for Pam to come out front and give me the key. Nah…that’s probably not cool I thought, so I turned around and toughed it out.
Believe it or not, the sun actually came out for a while on the way home…but the rain didn’t let up a bit. And the whole time, that wind was howling. I mean, it was horrible! As a cross wind, it caught my bar mitts and pannier, rocking me back and forth across my lane. I’m sure it looked a little like a drunken sailor riding down the road.
Into the wind was an entirely different matter. I could at least ride straight, but I was riding really, really slowly. I’m talking single digit mph slow. Needless to say, I didn’t take the long path home.
I’ve got to admit, when it was over, I did feel a certain sense of satisfaction for toughing it out.
Not enough, however, to think about toughing it out in the snow this morning.