It rained. It was cold-ish. I thought about driving to work. I rode anyway. My thinking was pretty simple. Driving to work in the rain sucks. Riding in the rain is a bit of an adventure. Adventure > suck.
I was totally comfortable for the first ten miles. Around National Airport my gloves became so saturated with water that they were useless. No worries. I had only 4 1/2 miles to go and I had packed a spare pair of gloves.
One benefit of commuting on nasty weather days is that you get the Mount Vernon Trail to yourself. From my home to the airport, I saw one bike commuter. She was one of my regulars, riding from DC to somewhere in Alexandria. I see her almost every day. She probably thinks adventure > suck too.
From the airport to the office saw about a dozen bike commuters. Nobody looked miserable despite the soaking rain.
My only problem with commuting in the rain is the fact that it takes an additional ten minutes to get cleaned up before going to the office.
My co-worker Kelly took Metro today. I think her choice of footwear was a little bit over the top.
We took my boss out for lunch. In the rain. I was much more uncomfortable walking the three blocks to and from the restaurant than I was on my bike.
The ride home was surprisingly dry. For a day that the weatherman probably gave a 2 out of 10, I’d say the commute was a solid 8.
Except for one thing. About two miles from the office, I noticed a bulge in my rain jacket. I had forgotten to put my phone, keys and id in my handlebar bag. I reached in and removed my phone and keys but could not find my id. Lost. I need my id to get into the bike room at the office garage tomorrow.
I could just drive in tomorrow, but I’ll probably ride in and retrace my path, in case my id popped out of my rain jacket on the way home tonight. The smart money is on it being in the bike room.
I’d normally be upset about losing my id, but it actually gives me an excuse to turn my bike ride into a search and recovery mission.
Adventure > suck.