Today I rode my bike to work in the POURING RAIN. The only other time I’ve purposefully ridden my bike in the rain was when it drizzled on our way to the movie theater. As you can imagine I feel pretty tough after this little adventure.
I woke up to the din of a downpour and my cat’s daily pre-alarm-clock reminder that he prefers early breakfast. Drats, I thought to myself. I hate riding the trolley, it smells like moldy foot, and I wanted to get home quickly after work because my weekend started at 5:00 pm today. I hemmed, hawed and fed my scoundrel cat. Finally I accepted that my work wasn’t going to magically appear next door so I pulled on my goloshes, zipped up my new rain slicker and headed out for a soggy commute.
Helmet on, blinky light blinking away, I toned down my normal “bat- out-of-hell who is also cautious” driving style for something closer to “gutsy grandma”. Aside from the coastal flooding along 38th street that turned into a wall of water (thanks to a speedy SUV), I enjoyed most of the ride. No other bikes, lots of great sloshing noises and the satisfaction of knowing I didn’t have the ride the stinking trolley home.
So I may not be the most hardcore biker– I’m sure some bike messenger out there is rolling his eyes ironically at me right now– but I’d say today… top 10% at least.
Splash!
Ahahahahahaha, I think I’ve seen you ride as the gutsy grandma in Ann Arbor!