Sopping wet
Jul. 7th, 2009 08:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
slowfoxIt looked like a nice morning yesterday, as I rode in. The rain didn't start coming down until lunchtime. More specifically, until I'd set off on the ride back to Castle Fox to check on Mali.
After about 200 metres, I was absolutely soaked, and heading back to work to wait out the cloudburst would've been pointless (and soggy), so I just resigned myself to a drenching and spun the pedals onward.
I have been wetter riding back - I vividly remember one lunchtime where I literally poured water out of my shoes once back at Castle Fox. This time wasn't that bad, but I did have the full wet-(work)-shirt effect going on as I rode along Chants (too hot for my radio-active, retina-frying bike jacket).
I walked in for the afternoon, and I'm on foot today, as the forecast is for more of the same later. It's not that I don't like riding in the rain - that's fine, really, it's just that riding in work clothes in the rain is definitely sub-optimal, and it's not that far to walk, just takes a little longer.
Switching topics, I finally read Eoin Colfer's Artemis Fowl - I've read the graphic novel a couple of times, but this was the book proper, and 'twas a lot of fun. I think it's The Arctic Incident next, but the library didn't have that one in, so it'll have to wait a bit.
I also managed to read the graphic novel versions of Terry Pratchett's Colour of Magic and The Light Fantastic. This time my ordering was the other way around - I'd read the first two discworld novels ages ago (as in, in the 80s) - and bits of the story weren't quite as I'd remembered them. But quite entertaining (and obviously quick reads) - I may give Pterry another chance, then and explore Discworld a bit more.
However, at the moment, I'm torturing myself by trying to read Breaking Down, sorry, Breaking Dawn, the fourth of Meyer's sparkly vampire romance fics. Fortunately, Castle Fox has a dearth of sporks*, since otherwise I may have felt compelled to impel said implement into my eyes... although I rather suspect that too much more Meyer and said eyes are going to start bleeding of their own accord...
* but if I were to possess a spork, it'd probably be a titanium one.
After about 200 metres, I was absolutely soaked, and heading back to work to wait out the cloudburst would've been pointless (and soggy), so I just resigned myself to a drenching and spun the pedals onward.
I have been wetter riding back - I vividly remember one lunchtime where I literally poured water out of my shoes once back at Castle Fox. This time wasn't that bad, but I did have the full wet-(work)-shirt effect going on as I rode along Chants (too hot for my radio-active, retina-frying bike jacket).
I walked in for the afternoon, and I'm on foot today, as the forecast is for more of the same later. It's not that I don't like riding in the rain - that's fine, really, it's just that riding in work clothes in the rain is definitely sub-optimal, and it's not that far to walk, just takes a little longer.
Switching topics, I finally read Eoin Colfer's Artemis Fowl - I've read the graphic novel a couple of times, but this was the book proper, and 'twas a lot of fun. I think it's The Arctic Incident next, but the library didn't have that one in, so it'll have to wait a bit.
I also managed to read the graphic novel versions of Terry Pratchett's Colour of Magic and The Light Fantastic. This time my ordering was the other way around - I'd read the first two discworld novels ages ago (as in, in the 80s) - and bits of the story weren't quite as I'd remembered them. But quite entertaining (and obviously quick reads) - I may give Pterry another chance, then and explore Discworld a bit more.
However, at the moment, I'm torturing myself by trying to read Breaking Down, sorry, Breaking Dawn, the fourth of Meyer's sparkly vampire romance fics. Fortunately, Castle Fox has a dearth of sporks*, since otherwise I may have felt compelled to impel said implement into my eyes... although I rather suspect that too much more Meyer and said eyes are going to start bleeding of their own accord...
* but if I were to possess a spork, it'd probably be a titanium one.
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Date: 2009-07-08 02:21 am (UTC)Also, I'm with the person who said: stop teasing us! Shirtless at work and now manfully riding a bike with a wet shirt. You'll soon be on the receiving end of swooning teenage groupies if you keep this up. (And no, you may NOT make disparaging remarks about your person.) On a more serious note - ugh, I always hated riding my bike in the rain, with it dripping in my face and shooting up my back (didn't have rear fenders) and brakes not working well in the wet and just ... ugh.
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Date: 2009-07-08 07:19 am (UTC)I don't mind riding in the rain - fixed gear means I can control the bike's speed without touching the brakes, but because I don't have mudguards (=fenders(US)), yes, I get covered in roadspray, which isn't nice. Need to sort out some mudguards, then, for one of the steeds (this is the problem with bikes - they need mudguards, but said just spoil the lines of the pretty).