Riding in the Rain

I haven't ridden in the rain in several weeks. However, that changed on yesterday's journey home. I stepped into the parking lot headed for home when the skies opened. I got soaked within a couple of blocks. It was a warm rain and I enjoyed it.

This morning, on the way to work, it was about the same situation. As I pushed the bike out of the garage, the rain started to pour. For a few moments, I felt chilly.

"I remember that feeling."

It's a huge change from a couple of days ago, when I swear I felt my cerebral fluid boiling. If I had a little teapot spout installed on my head, it would have whistled all day long last Sunday.

It's difficult for me to imagine the weather will be cold ever again. But that's the way I always feel when we have a stretch of extreme weather. When it's 0 degrees (F) for an extended amount of time, I can't imagine what it feels like to be hot and sweaty.


The seasonal changes in this climate really make life interesting. I've lived in places with less seasonal personality and that really gets old.