Blech

I hate biking in the rain, especially cold rain, but I rode my bike anyway to do a couple of errands on this rainy, cold day. I'm not sure why I made this choice. Maybe it was the opportunity to wear my really cute rain outfit? Maybe it was the lure of the city dump? Maybe it was the reward waiting for me at the end - hot coffee at Sunergos? Whatever the reason, I set out on my fool's errand(s):

If it were a dry day I would go many places and buy lots of little things (like chain lube and shoelaces), but it is not that sort of day so I scaled down to two errands: dump and hardware store. This once-lovely rocker is now broken and busted. A resourceful person would make it into a family heirloom or an interesting planter. I am not that person.

Instead, I am the person who will get cold, wet feet (and that is not a metaphor) toting a broken rocker to the dump alongside an F-350 unloading shingles. Somewhere, a crafty person is crying over the lost possibilities of dumped furniture. I'm crying too, but it's from the acid rain dripping into my eye and burning like holy hell (we just don't hear enough about acid rain anymore; I miss those days).

I bought my zip ties, bolts, and washers at Oscar's Hardware, along with a few other, less interesting, items. Pulling on my wet wool gloves (convertibles!) convinced me it was Black & White time at Sunergos. I don't really know what is in that coffee drink, but it went down smoothly.

The ride home was wet upon wet. Rain ran into my mouth and down my neck. By this point my socks and gloves were soaked. I could try to sound like one of those bike heroes who loves going out in all weather and is made only stronger by adversity. Sometimes the challenge of bad weather can be invigorating. But today? Well, now I know what not to wear in the rain. Blech.