In one of his recent, typically wry and insightful posts, non-nutritional role model Kent Peterson said something like a rain shower is nature’s way of encouraging you to stop for coffee and after today, I definitely concur (not that I didn’t before; it’s just that today provided a particularly convincing example of the principle.)
I left Bothell in a drizzle, clad in all my rain gear. True to form, it didn’t take long, therefore, for the skies to essentially clear. After pedaling along then, for a quarter of an hour or so wrapped in unnecessary plastic, I stopped by the side of the road and peeled off all the outer layer except for my booties.
I had about an hour of pleasant cruising with just wool to keep me warm when, all of a sudden, as I headed away from the U-District, the skies began to darken menacingly. I had just enough time to gear back up before it started to pour. It occurred to me that I could press on towards home and dry off when I got there, or, I could drop into the nearest coffee shop and test Kent’s maxim.
So, I pulled over to Vox Coffee on Eastlake and ordered a cappuccino. It turned out to be a delightful way to spend a quarter hour, watching people ride by in the deluge looking miserable. And when the rain still hadn’t let up, I treated myself to a hot chocolate and sat a while longer.
By the time I was running my finger over the sweet residue in the bottom of my cup, the rain had essentially stopped. I got up to return my mug to the counter and the barista remarked that I had timed things perfectly, being on a bike and all.
But give credit where credit it due: it’s not like I knew something special; nor even that Kent is so smart.
It’s Mother Nature herself who sprang for the coffee.