Thursday was surreal. Thunderstorms came into the area during evening rush, and for whatever reason I wasn't prepared -- no rain gear, and I'd ridden my lightweight, no-fenders bike.

I set out anyway, of course, and incredibly I never got hit with more than a few drops during the entire 13 miles home. There was lightning to my left, thunder to my right, pitch-black sky in my mirror, big puddles and wet roads in front of me, every vehicle passing me from every direction was dripping... but somehow I was always where the rain wasn't. It was fabulous. I felt like a ghost.

Friday I rode Rainbike. The morning commute was one of those perfect rides -- cool air, sunny skies, gentle breeze. In the evening I got stuck finishing an edit and didn't get out until after 8pm. Again it had rained, but this time it was all over by the time I hit the road. It was chilly, though. I was glad I had socks.

RichC