There’s a joke around the office that I am most likely to ride when it’s most miserable outside. Conversely, when it’s sunny, I’ve often got something else going on that keeps me off the bike. That was how last week played out.
- Tuesday: I was coming back from a ten-day hiatus from cycling. The rain felt enjoyable.
- Wednesday: wetter, windier, colder. When I got home, I stripped in the laundry room. Wednesday’s wardrobe was washed as one load. I laid my shoes (sans inserts) over a floor heater vent.
- Thursday: wetter and colder. I was having a hard time getting motivated to bike into work. There wasn’t much rain on the way home, but as temperatures dipped to freezing, black ice formed. I had a small spill in Redmond.
I was up all night working on the last-minute bits of a product release. The “next” (more accurately described as “later that”) morning, I was mostly dysfunctional and drove. It was sunny all day. Of course.
“Occasional rain showers then occasional rain or snow showers. Some snow accumulation possible late. Lows in the 30s. Southwest wind 10 to 20 mph.”
Riding northbound to Woodinville was pretty easy because the tailwind directed most of the rain down my back. The return was slower and wetter. Every half mile, or when my hands got cold, I’d squeeze water out of my gloves by making a fist.
They’re sticking by their weekly forecast:
The good news, as noted by Woodstock: