Is it July?
So why did I go straight back inside to don a ls jersey when I felt the weather?
Hey ho. This could have been a rant. I started off riding very gingerly, conscious of my skinny tyres on a greasy road, and anxious about what it might be like at Stockwell, where the water tends to overflow the drains and back up.
But it's not a rant. With my second jersey, I was warm, if not dry, and I knew that within the hour I would be inside again. The rain was beading on my saddlebag (huzzah for cotton duck!
) even before I had my bike on the road, and my socks were soggy within five minutes. But it was fun, and the weather brightened gradually as I went on. I looked at all the oily rainbows on the road - something I particularly loved as a kid (and I think cars were a bit more leaky then).
OK, so I worried about whether my shirts would get wet (they didn't), and the adhesive propeties of water between rubber and glass (but it was fine), and I worried about drivers not keeping a proper eye out for me (they didn't, but no worse than normal. But the worries were dispersed as I progressed.
A grand ride. I hope my socks will be reasonably dry for the ride home.
