The rains did come to Phoenix today, after they visited limom in Hawaii. The water came down and soaked me (sopping, dripping, like a wet dog) on the ride home on one of the longer darker nights of the year, with enough coming down that it limited visibility and pooled in the streets. But it felt warm and soothing as long as I kept moving (faster=warmer), and my family was waiting for me with dry towels and hot food. I felt a lot like the egret: I liked the water. My lights were bright, illuminating the drops as they splattered in front of me (ting ting ting on my bell), and I felt that all the drivers who passed me in cars were thinking the same thing: damn, that dude is crazy. But he moves with a certain egret-like grace. Get up. Go ride.
I think I shall have to fix one of my fendered bikes for our rain which should arrive tomorrow.
ReplyDeleteHe glides through the water with the greatest of ease!
ReplyDeleteRain can be pleasant, as long as it's not too cold. Rain at around freezing sucks, though!
ReplyDeleteApertome I love a warm rain ride. Once in a while. But I think I've filled my lifetime quota of freezing rain. Approaching a stop sign and discovering there's no way you're going to stop is not good.
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