OK, today wasn’t a wonderful cycling day. The temps were lower, the rain was more intense and the novelty of riding in cold rain had worn off. Even my impervious gloves were drenched through by the time I got to work. Thankfully, I have improvised a little glove and balaclava dryer out of my desk fan:
I had hoped that by the time I got of work, the rain would have relented a bit, but in fact in it had increased in intensity:
I know you will think this is pure Okie exaggeration, but on a part of the bike path on Lake Hefner, there were ducks swimming the puddles across the path. I was soaked to the bone by the time I got home. However, even though you would think there would be nothing redeeming about riding in this weather, you would be completely wrong. You have no idea how fantastic it feels to put your feet up in front of a warm fire when you get home.
