And I love riding my bike. I guess I've made that pretty clear. But yesterday! Yesterday I had the Mondays and was super late for work, so I drove. And when I finally got out of there at 6:00, there was this bizarre tropical tradewind, and it was 64 degrees out, and humid, and breezy and all soft, and two or three cyclists came hurtling down Madison Street towards the river in the gorgeous night while I was sitting in my car at the stop light. I just looked at them glumly and felt like I'd cheated myself out of the best thing ever.
So around midnight, when my chores were done and my Podbang chapter recorded, I rode to my credit union for a little cash, and--I'm not kidding--I wore flipflops. And my feet didn't get cold. Wet, yes. Cold, no.
The Coconut Wind was still blowing this morning, but by then it had brought the rain. Did this stop me? No! I set out on Clyde, and in a few minutes the sun came out, and Waterfront Park was filled with geese, and I was blow-dried by the time I got to work.
I love my bike.