Riding Under the Influence of Rain

Standing up1 in my cube mid-afternoon, I glanced out the windows. What?! Rain? Oops!

I had gone home during lunch to take the car to Suzi and work from home. Checking the weather report and seeing no rain predicted for a couple of days, I figured I’d try out my new rear fender, front and rear lights, nice rack, and pannier — and rode my bike back to work.2

Checking the weather report again, I saw that the rain was predicted to stop by 4 or so, and it did. Nice!

Shortly after 5, I packed my pannier, unlocked my bike, turned on my lights, and headed home. And got rained on. A lot. Almost the whole way.

So I slowed down, watched out for slick wet paint and metal grates and imagined myself being invisible to the cage drivers.

Now that I’m home and done eating, the rain has stopped, the clouds are pretty3 and the roads are drying.

And I’m still smiling. Riding in the rain was fun.


  1. I like the phrase prairie dogging, but how many of you are going to assume the wrong definition? 
  2. Of course, I bragged about it on Twitter
  3. See picture above.