This is how it went at 6am this morning giving my wife some instructions to help me on my commute.

Me: Baby, put my Centurion Ironman Expert by the door for me. (I have 4 bikes in the living room)

Wife: Ok, honey

Wife: Honey it is pouring down raining outside, it is really raining hard!. Do you want me to drive you to work?

Me: No way baby, just take the Centurion Ironman back and put it on the rack, and put my Schwinn Prelude by the door.. And baby, get my rain jacket for me..

Wife: Okay honey..

The 7 mile ride in the rain was the chit!! I am screaming "oh boy). I am kicking up a little speed to, with a flashlight torch burning a hole in the rain, and two rear lights blinking. Got to work, washed off, changed clothes, and most important, I oiled my bike!

Such are the ways of a 72 year old commuter that never wants to grow up!!

Note, the sun is out now, rain jacket stays at work.