Living in the desert as I do, it's not often that I get to ride in the rain. Some folks may take such an opportunity for granted, but I try to relish it whenever I can. About a week ago I even got to ride in the rain during both my morning and evening commute. While at work so many people kept bringing it up. "Did you get wet? Did you ride in the rain this morning?" as if I had--or wanted-- a choice in the matter. It made me realize that we as a species have grown weak. We're afraid of our own planet. So what if it's raining? It's not like it's acid rain or anything. When I get home I feel like I just returned from some epic adventure, covered in mud and wet and usually cold.
The sound of the rain on my helmet is also quite meditative.
In other news, I rode in a cab today and while I was sitting there staring out the window my legs actually grew restless, and I realized that was the longest I had ridden in a car in at least several months. Why does this surprise me? Well I wouldn't call it surprise, more like a slight smug satisfaction that if I told that to 99% of people that I know they would look at me like I'm fucking insane. Actually it's probably similar to the looks I get when they see me riding in the rain or 115 degree heat.
Despite all that, I don't do it for the smug satisfaction. I do it for the fun. I think it is genuinly fun to ride in the rain and the heat. I feel human.
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