The ride to work was sweet. The weather was nice (didn’t even have to wear my hoodie!), the trail was pretty much clear, the wind was negligible, and I went really fast. I don’t have a speedometer, but I’m guessing my speed was somewhere around WHEEEEE!!!
The ride home was something else entirely. It started out with steady rain, which gave way to those big fat wet spring snowflakes. It was cold, it was sloppy, it was scary, and it was more fun than I’ve ever had on my bike before. There is a certain joy that happens when someone gets caught in the rain (ever wonder why kissing in the rain is so romantic?). Once a person gets to the point where he or she stops worrying about getting wet and enjoys the big sloppy mess, that joy becomes apparent. I have never appreciated a cold and snowy day as much as I did riding home this morning.