Yesterday I went back to the college to pick up a few things I'd left. The sky was swaddled in clouds that looked utterly pregnant with rain. (How's that for a bad metaphor?) I decided to pedal in anyway.
The rain started when I passed Citifield, a bit more than halfway there. It wasn't too bad; I'd brought my rain jacket with me and I was wearing shorts. Plus, I was riding Vera, which has full fenders and a flap on the front.
Also, I was riding faster without really trying. Although I normally try to avoid riding in the rain if I can, once I'm riding in it, I get a strange but good kind of "high", as long as it's not cold. In addition, I think the slick roadway makes for faster (if slipperier) riding.
Then, when I got to the college, I stayed and chatted with a couple of people in the hope that the rain would let up. It did, finally. I pedaled to Jackson Heights--about 3/4 of the way home--before I started to feel more like I was on the Maid of the Mist and that I was riding right into the Falls.
About a kilometer from my apartment, the rain stopped abruptly. But the sky looked as ready as it had been to drench me and anybody else who, whether through necessity or insanity, were on the streets. Still, I made it.
One day, I'll ride in the rain the way she does. Until then...
The rain started when I passed Citifield, a bit more than halfway there. It wasn't too bad; I'd brought my rain jacket with me and I was wearing shorts. Plus, I was riding Vera, which has full fenders and a flap on the front.
Also, I was riding faster without really trying. Although I normally try to avoid riding in the rain if I can, once I'm riding in it, I get a strange but good kind of "high", as long as it's not cold. In addition, I think the slick roadway makes for faster (if slipperier) riding.
Then, when I got to the college, I stayed and chatted with a couple of people in the hope that the rain would let up. It did, finally. I pedaled to Jackson Heights--about 3/4 of the way home--before I started to feel more like I was on the Maid of the Mist and that I was riding right into the Falls.
About a kilometer from my apartment, the rain stopped abruptly. But the sky looked as ready as it had been to drench me and anybody else who, whether through necessity or insanity, were on the streets. Still, I made it.
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| From Bike Riding Guide |
One day, I'll ride in the rain the way she does. Until then...
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