A slight chill in the air, a vague threat of rain and hail in the morning, a sore back from the weekend. They all added up to the decision not to ride the bicycle to work. This evening as I went to leave, boy was I glad of that decision! Strong winds and icy rain made the ride home unpleasant on the road, rather than potential lethal on the bicycle track.
Riding home with the wind hammering me from side to side, the rain so hard against the visor that there’s no hope of seeing anything on the road, just hoping that anything big enough to be dangerous will also be big enough to see. Trying to balance the desire to slow to 80km/hr with not wanting to be rammed by the 4WDs and semi-trailers that are still travelling at 110km/hr. Snug and dry inside my waterproofs, except for below the ankles where my feet are soaked. Icy cold water seeping in through the seam in my lap as it always does, I never can quite seal it off completely. Finally making it home, almost exhausted after twenty minutes on the road. Then undress for a shower in an expanding pool of rain.
