Today, stepping out to unlock my bike from my detour splurge at WholeFoods, I noticed the medium sized wet drops -ping, thump, thump-on my face. I wiped my bike seat off with my hands, whiip! The rain was picking up and I figured my ass is going to sweat anyway on the seat so I don't care if it feels a little moist to begin with. I put in my ear buds and press play.
I undo my bungee cord holding my nifty bike basket flat and open the basket. I put my grocery bag in, reach around on my back pack and turn on my blinking red light. I wear no helmet. The light will save me.
The tempo of the rain picks up and I throw my leg around and start riding. My legs pump up the slight grade on Grand Ave. The ground is beginning to get wet and reflective, but there aren't puddles yet. I am glad I did not throw on my water proof pants; too hot. And I immerse myself in the music, the cool wet on my face, and the feeling of being alive as I ride to my home on a hill.
I realized today I am in a bike rhythm now. I use it to get to the gym, even in the rain. I use it to ride to BART to get to my job in SF.
I glide and churn, on two wheels every day.
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