The Fat Cyclist Wimps Out
Yesterday it was raining when I woke up. Raining hard. I was a tough guy, though — I put on the tights, the rain jacket, the neoprene booties (so humiliating to admit to wearing booties) and rode my bike to work. I was soaked by the time I got to work, but that’s not a big deal. Riding in the rain is kind of fun, once in a while.
It was still raining when it was time to go home. Still raining hard. Of course, all my bike clothes were still entirely soaked, but it’s not like I had another option. I suited up into the stinky, muddy, cold, wet clothes and got on my bike.
I did not think happy thoughts on the way home.
This morning, it was still raining. Harder than yesterday. So I got in my car and drove to work. And you know what? I really liked it. Traffic wasn’t bad; the stories on NPR were interesting. After having biked everywhere every day for a couple weeks, driving to work was a real treat.
If it’s going to keep raining like this, though, I’ve got to start planning for it and biking anyways. Which means I’m going to need to carry a second set of bike clothes to work each day for the return trip, along with a plastic bag to hold the waterlogged ones from the morning.
I can tell: I’m going to need a bigger messenger bag.
Today’s Weight: 181.2