Reverting to the Old Way

I don't mind riding in the rain when I'm out for pleasure, but it's difficult to take it, head-on, first thing in the morning: I'm not sure I have the appropriate gear, and the schedule is so tight that gear needs to have been set out the night before, or organized in an easy-to-grab place in my closet.

Even then, if I had to change out of wet rain-pants after my commute, I would have to choose whether to change on a bus full of people, or sit soaking-wet on the bus for an hour before changing at work. I'm open to suggestions here.

Today's rain got me to thinking about the comming winter. I know I'll need to save up for some cold-weather peraphernalia for extending my riding season. My dear wife and inspiration is an expert at this, but despite the extreme lengths that she goes to [1,2] preparing for winter almost seems easier than being prepared for rain. Maybe it's just that winter is at a safe distance, but it seems like the cold will come gradually, giving me time to refine the ritual.

Rain always seems to take me by surprise. Still, that doesn't stop her.

Anyway, here is the first glimpse of the glorious limbusine. Next post I'll take you inside.