this is the time of year for cold rainy day rides. i commute to and from the school i teach at and until recently - very recently in fact - i've been riding in shorts. temperatures are hovering around the single to low double-digits in celsius so it's been a manly character-building exercise in something that when asked to explain, i simply can't, not even to myself. i simple feel the need to do it.
however, those days are passing by as my hands now have gloves on them and my legs (no matter how hairy) are also covered, by riding pants.
the bike looks out onto the driveway ."oh no. not again".....
yep! get your nose out there .....
it ain't gonna go away
and i've gotta ride.
every day, the road unfolds under my wheels. on these days when it's rainy and the roads are often slick with leaves, i read the road even more carefully than usual for anything that could make my ride - and maybe even my life - less than pleasant . . . or worse!