strike that. re-think it. yesterday i wore the urban-poseur's pseudo-hikers with the high tops instead, and went through a puddle that was fifteen feet long and eight inches deep on the mup. half the puddle got into my boots and then couldn't get out again because of the inch-deep waterproof band between sole and upper. those boots weighed a pound and a half each when i got off the bike.

how wet was it yesterday in the morning? so wet that my goretex overmitts filled up with rain. so wet that i squeezed a cup of water out of my socks without even trying too hard. so wet that by 3pm i could still wring a small stream of water out of the paper towels i was stuffing my boots with all day. folks, it was wet. and can i say something about how stinky that water is? couldn't stop thinking of all the garbage juice and the fashion-slaves who own large dogs and don't clean up after them in the summer. i'm almost afraid i'll catch e.coli from biking to work.

i didn't mind the on-board water that much. i'm all flared up so my bones all have a fever, and it was kind of cooling and pleasant, after the first shock of it. but i'm gonna go get me some waterproof somethings to put on my feet.