- 7:15 p.m. tonight on the way home, about 8 miles into the 10-mile journey.
- winding, unlit suburban road
- 49 degrees
- moderate rain (it's Seattle, it's January, it's raining...)
- 20 mph wind, gusting to 30 mph
It's a pretty windy rainstorm, but I'm totally comfortable in my rain jacket, waterproof gloves, waterproof boots. The baseball cap I'm wearing under my helmet is keeping most of the rain off my face. My Craigslist special Stumpjumper commuter is rolling over the branches that have fallen in the road from the storm, crunching through debris that would have stopped a skinny-tire bike in its tracks. My Dinotte lights are throwing out a force-field of light, keeping me safe despite the lousy weather.
And I'm thinking: what a great way to get home from work! I'm dry and warm; the bike is working great; I feel completely safe; the bike is a bit heavy but whizzing along the rolling hills. I'll be good and hungry when I finally get home.
I slow to stop to turn left, and a driver in pickup truck across the intersection yells something to me I can't hear over the wind. I finally make my turn, and roll up to the truck.
Inside is a 50+ woman who asks again, "The weather is terrible, do you want a ride home?"
And I just smile and say, "Nope, doing fine, thanks for the offer; it's actually not a bad night for a ride."
Some more winter riding....last week, before the snow melted...