The morning forecast said 70% chance of rain by 6 o’clock in the evening. But after a couple of false alarms with storms that fizzled more than drizzled, I grabbed my red trench coat instead of my rain burka. At 6 o’clock I walked out of the office. Pah, it wasn’t even sprinkling! I rolled down the trail with a little smile on my face.
Just as I reached the train station, the sky opened up and rain poured down. My face tells the rest of the story.
About the Bike Commute Diaries: Launched in May 2012 for National Bike Month, this series explores the unexpected and surprising things I’ve learned about bicycling for transportation.