Remember my boastful, "bring it on," referring to my disdain for winter weather (no such thing as bad weather, only bad clothing)?
Well, there's a missing factor in the equation: bad weather forecasting. Twice this week I wore rain gear based on weather forecasts, then rode hot and sweaty in rain gear. And yesterday, the forecast said sun, and I was soaked coming home with cloth pants and a light windbreaker. So I'll leave a sacrifice on the altar of the winter god and meekly forsake my pride.
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