Perhaps stranger things have happened, but I can't remember when. Last week the Gold Coast copped one helluva downpour. Half a metre of rain fell inside 24 hours (actually it was more like 12) creating some much needed flooding, and in the middle of the dry season no less! Of course, being the spanky soul that I am, I cycled to work in it (not that I had much choice with none of the public transport here running at all), and thoroughly enjoyed every second of it.
However, what really surprised me at work was just how many of the car commuters wussed out. The attendance at my office was well under 50%. I can only assume it was because of some fear of the rain, ironically, the same fear of rain that often prevents people from going car-free in the first place. I guess the moral of the story is this: rain is never as scary or daunting as it's made out to be. I estimate it took around 30 seconds of my commute to be totally satured by the rain, and after that it became incredibly liberating, so much so that I was disappointed that my commute had to end at all.
I've heard any number of drivers tell me they feel sorry for me riding in the rain over the years. I wonder if any of them realise the feeling is more than mutual.