Importuning
I think I thought that if I just stayed out in it, if I rode my bike through sleet and snow all afternoon and evening, the weather wouldn’t dare not be better today.
Or, I’d be proof that it’s really not so bad—as long as you’ve got a warm base layer, you can put up with whatever Mother Nature throws you.
That must be why I didn’t let the elements—well, water and air, anyway—stop me from riding through Seattle’s freakish afternoon snow shower to visit each of the taco trucks on last time, letting them know that they are likely (at least if the weather’s not too scary for folks) to be descended upon by a gaggle of riders come Saturday afternoon between about 4:00 and 6:00.
And it must also explain why last night, after Critical Mass, I pedaled crosstown though shitty conditions and stayed out late enough to show up at the monthly Greenlake Race, where only three hardy souls—Brandon, Rob, and DJ Stroky—were hardy enough to compete.
I almost gave up around 11:00, when it seemed like the sleet would never stop, but after a couple glasses of coffee and a port at the Latona Pub, the air was clear and conditions were fine, if a bit chilly, for a race.
And my perseverance was rewarded, too, I believe, because who should show up at the Greenlake grandstand but the magical Daniel Featherhead out for a ride to Capitol Hill. Not only was I able to personally invite him to the Taco Truck Time Trial, but I also got to show him the nifty route to downtown across the Aurora Bridge and then that quick left across the highway down to Dexter and, in turn, have a riding partner for the worst parts of what would otherwise have been a lonely, cold slog home.
Ben was there, too, all smiles; if the weather didn’t stop a man on crutches, it shouldn’t stop anyone.
Or, I’d be proof that it’s really not so bad—as long as you’ve got a warm base layer, you can put up with whatever Mother Nature throws you.
That must be why I didn’t let the elements—well, water and air, anyway—stop me from riding through Seattle’s freakish afternoon snow shower to visit each of the taco trucks on last time, letting them know that they are likely (at least if the weather’s not too scary for folks) to be descended upon by a gaggle of riders come Saturday afternoon between about 4:00 and 6:00.
And it must also explain why last night, after Critical Mass, I pedaled crosstown though shitty conditions and stayed out late enough to show up at the monthly Greenlake Race, where only three hardy souls—Brandon, Rob, and DJ Stroky—were hardy enough to compete.
I almost gave up around 11:00, when it seemed like the sleet would never stop, but after a couple glasses of coffee and a port at the Latona Pub, the air was clear and conditions were fine, if a bit chilly, for a race.
And my perseverance was rewarded, too, I believe, because who should show up at the Greenlake grandstand but the magical Daniel Featherhead out for a ride to Capitol Hill. Not only was I able to personally invite him to the Taco Truck Time Trial, but I also got to show him the nifty route to downtown across the Aurora Bridge and then that quick left across the highway down to Dexter and, in turn, have a riding partner for the worst parts of what would otherwise have been a lonely, cold slog home.
Ben was there, too, all smiles; if the weather didn’t stop a man on crutches, it shouldn’t stop anyone.
posted by Professor Dave at 5:02 AM
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