Thursday, April 17, 2014
Bike or Drive, Deuxieme
Every day can be an adventure. After the stern talking-to I gave myself last night, I vowed that today I would bike to work no matter what ... unless it was snowing. Well, it wasn't snowing, but it was windy and raining hard. Still, a promise is a promise, even if it's to yourself, so I topped off the air in my rain bike's tires and layered a wool sweater under my mostly worthless old rain jacked and a wool beanie under my helmet and headed out into the fray. It was delicious, of course, but the best parts were the garage attendant in my building who handed me a paper towel to dry off my dripping glasses and the hot shower in the gym that left my toes tingling and my cheeks pink.
The ride home was even rainier and windier, but I think the universe gave me a nod of approval for being out in the storm. The bridge was up again, for another mega-barge of gravel, but this time I sailed past the grumbling traffic under my own power, smile on my rain-spattered face, on my route along the ship canal. Then, as I dropped down into the locks, way far west over the Olympics, the setting sun dropped below the cloud deck and threw out a spectacularly vivid, jaw-droppingly gorgeous double rainbow, maybe the best one I've ever seen. I wonder if the car people saw it?
Just before I got home, I turned off to Sunset View Park for another view of the break in the clouds that created the rainbow. Yup, the universe was definitely smiling on me.
The whining is over.