Today I wore cutoffs over my favourite Louis Garneau shorts
so as to have pockets (my jerseys are all hanging up to dry
after laundering.) Sometimes the fringies on my cutoffs
tickle, like there's a large, fuzzy or leggy bug crawling
up my leg.
Last night was a little chilly, and I was just going to go
for a short distance, so I took a pair of trousers out of
the to-do laundry pile and put them on. After a couple of
kilometers into the ride I felt a strange load in my pants.
Scary. I steered into the relative privacy of a dark, back
access lane to see WTH was going on. I eventually found a
spot where my movements didn't trip somebody's automatic
security light. It was just a balled-up pair of socks that
somehow got stuffed down the trouser leg. Whew!
Much of this afternoon was lightly drizzly -- the kind
you can feel, but it doesn't make anything wet. I just
luvs the coolness that a light sprinkle brings on a
sultry[ish] day.
Now that Friday afternoon's rush hour is upon us, the
precip is slowly intensifying. I expect the streets
will get pretty slick, perhaps leading to more than
the usual share of traffic collisions. Especially
since the streets have been dry for so long. So I'm
gonna lie low until the rush hour traffic subsides.
Maybe after dark I'll go on a blinkie-hunting ride.
Riding in the cool night air is often inspiring, and
sometimes lucrative. I know some good spots with
rough pavement that'll shake all kinds of stuff off
a bike.
cheers,
Tom
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