“I’m not here to point fingers, but no matter how well you outsprint my asthmatic lungs and pitifully inadequate fast-twitch muscles during warm summer days, I won’t consider you hard until you’ve got some fenders on your ride and a breathable technical fabric (or wool, if you’re one of those earthy Rivendell folks) out of summer storage and on your person. Because guess who’s going to be sneering at you on a cold and rainy day when I see your Volvo rolling down the road, an empty bike rack on the roof the only indication that you are one of us.”
I won’t lie to you, the commute this morning SUCKED, and felt quite sketchy at times. But it typically doesn’t rain quite that hard, and I will press on.
