It's been a particularly tough one here,
with weather more intense than usual.
I recall ignoring a gale warning one November
or December afternoon, and heading out to do
some shopping. The gale came up instantaneously
as I was riding back home. The trees (we've got
lots of 'em) were swaying like a Baptist choir
getting The Spirit. As I rode past Riley Park,
cypress or Cuban cedar fronds were being mercilessly
body-slammed down onto the street in front of me; I
was scared that one of 'em would clamp onto my face
and cover my eyes like that thing that leapt out of
the egg in 'Alien'.
My other worry was about live power lines being blown
off their poles. I made it home safely, despite the
accursed (by me) wind. It was interesting to note that
strong cross winds didn't cause me to lean my bike at all.
They did, however, slow me down. My bike weighs like a
lead ox, and I wouldn't be surprised if Hurricane Andrew
at its peak couldn't blow it over.
We're not quite out of the woods yet, but just getting
past the equinox seems to have a mellowing effect.
When we get sustained overnight temps @ 10 C, it'll be
time for putting out bedding plants, and reverting to
fingerless gloves.
At least we're past getting iced-up streets (knock on wood.)
I'm hoping for a nice, hot, dry summer, and a one-day tan,
and not too many yellow jacket stings[*].
I guess the next thing to put up with will be swarms of
those little bugs -- mayflies or midges or whatever the
heck they are. Y'know, the ones where you get one in your
eye, and as you're trying to extricate it with your finger
on the fly (as it were,) you get one in the other eye.
And then you /have/ to pull over. I once rode through a
swarm of airborne baby spiders, but that's another story.
Suffice it to say my initial response was to take a long
shower and get a haircut.
I guess every season has it's pluses and minuses.
But this past winter had more minuses than pluses.
cheers,
Tom
[*] It doesn't hurt to pack along some calomine.
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