Being Brave: Biking in the Rain

My sprinkly ride today.


Easy sneakers & jeans rolled into cuffs. I could wipe my ankles with a baby-wipe when I got to work if needed, or kick these wet bitches off as soon as I got home!

My bike was outside today and the rain was crazy! I just took a few sheets of paper towels and wiped down the important stuff.



I found myself crouching down low over my handlebars instead of riding totally upright with lady biker pride.

This is so grrreeeeat- Stand there with the cab door hanging open in the bike lane while you're companion is inside the taxi paying or writing a book or whatever took so long. It's only 6th Avenue at rush hour. Take your time. 

I have had cab drivers be extremely apologetic about the behavior of their passengers who exercise poor judgement in opening the door or leaving doors ajar like this. Like twice.



I made it! Luckily, my commute timing was perfect for the lightest of sprinkles. I hear fat rain-drops outside right now. I want to try to be more brave about riding in the rain light precipitation now that it's warmer out. It's not that I'm not brave, but I get distracted when I'm miserable and that misery sabotages my level of caution/alertness about my surroundings.

Tomorrow I hope the rain is manageable because I very much want to participate in this Get Fancy bicycle event tomorrow evening. I want to do it! I love the Jane Hotel!