So I left it until I woke up this morning, to decide whether to commute by bicycle / car / train today. Not the best time for decisions for me, as I barely have enough cohesive brainpower some mornings, to put milk & cereal together!
In my corner of London, the sky looked grey. Plump with moisture ready to drop, swaggering in the same way we school-kids used to wield bouncy water bombs.
Potentials, and what ifs aside, factually; it was dry, bit windy, but very cyclable either way.
I seemed to have a love / hate special connection with the weather today. As in;
The weather loves to hate me.
Because exactly as I donned my cycling shorts, literally the act of pulling them up, was a slow-motion surreal coincidence, signalling for the rain to start falling down. Bastad!!!!
Probably because I've got so used to the constant dry heatwave we experienced, I began my ride trying to counter-attack the rain with a deluge of expletives, and make it go away.
It didn't work.