Today I commuted home from work this past AM. Well, the weather bureau is so often wrong this past winter with rain, I did not take the chance of showers seriously. Commuting home, showers did materialize, in fact returing on Temecula's wine road, they were pretty heavy at times.
So, I did take some of my rain gear. Anyway, some fast racing types passed me heading into town. They were wearing USPS gear, without any rain gear on. Totally exposed.Bare arms and legs. Rainy and low 50's.
I was wearing my blue lobster gloves, my black shoe covers, an orange Goretex jacket, and yellow rainproof helmet cover. So I stopped at a coffee shop for hot chocolote and they the USPS'ers were there. Hair drenched, looked like drowned rats.
Felt inclined to say hello because, heah, we must be hard core. I said nice day for a ride. They looked at my rain gear as if they had seen Elmer Fudd. Turned their heads and said nothing. Guess, they did not like the way I looked.
I was mostly warm except I only brought cycling shorts. So who was dorkier, me feeling somewhat comfortable or they looking like soaked pro's.
Well, some say they like riding in the rain. Must not say I was distraught when the ride came to an end. Yet, when I looked down and saw my legs covered with mud, I said to myself, I look like I graduated from the Paris-Roubaix race. Some classifly that as Hard core. Another cycllng event under my belt.