I biked home from work this day, as usual.
The bicycle has been my preferred mode of
personal transportation almost all my life.
It was raining.
I learned to bike in Portland.
I’m used to biking in the rain.
It was raining hard.
I was drenched. But one quickly learns that
once soaked, you can’t get any more wet.
The air was cool. High 40’s, I think.
That’s a good temperature to bike in. Not
uncomfortably cold, but cold enough to
pull your body heat away without sweating.
The rain was cold.
I’m from Portland. I can handle cold rain.
Suddenly, the rain stang!
What is this sorcery?
The rain beat a tattoo on my helmet.
Augh! Never mind the wet, this is sleet!
The weather forecast said nothing about sleet!
I have yet to enjoy being outdoors with sleet or hail.