Mark your calendars 'cause today I did get rained on. Yesterday was more typical -- there were storms brewing but they were behind me going in to work, just starting to spit on me as I approached but kindly waiting for me to get in before pouring. Going home the spitting part started halfway home and I stopped to put my rain stuff out and realized I'd left it in the office. I took off fast and implored the darkening clouds to be kind, and it stopped raining. I actually had plenty of time; I was home and had snacks, water, a book and a flashlight and helmet all ready to head down to the basement when the sireens went off. People saw rotations and the like, but huzzah hooray, nothing touched down.
Today ... it was raining. Just raining hard. Happily, that other raincoat I got impulsively does a very good job -- it's not Gore-tex, but I was only wet where I forgot to zip the neck fully to the top. My $8 faux gore-tex pants didn't do quite as well because there's already a place where they're ductaped together and the zipper on the pocket is stuck, so I had serious enough wet areas to go to the bookstore and get sweatpants which, I realized later... there ought to be a law... they DO NOT HAVE POCKETS!!! What's up with that ?!?!?
My little bike had an appointment at the bike doctor's -- happily, it is only spitting now. I cruised down and told them about the brakes that sing in the wind, and the snap crackle pop of the pedals, and the looseness of the headset was pointed out to me. Yes, if it needs replacing do that, even though I had considered getting a Transport (when I had to risk parking Giant Xtra on campus without a lock, making a sandwich out of two abandoned Huffies)... this is, after all the only bike I have that will make margaritas.
I'll take the bus down to the bike shop this afternoon and fork over the dough and ride her home... *probably* no extra recreational riding unless it clears up.