I know a lot of people who truly are NOT fans of winter! There is cold, there is snow and a whole lotta dark. Of the three, the only part I ever used to get tired of was the dark. In December and January, I would leave in the dark for work, and there were days I would leave work and it was dark again already.
Here at the coast, and working from home, this is NOT an issue. I always get home before dark. Plus, this winter has not been normal! Most of January looked like this
I was born, a long LONG time ago, in Boston. But as an army brat I moved around a lot. I DO like the Red Sox, and, until Tom Brady came on the scene, I liked the Patriots. Rarely, if ever, though, do I think of myself as a Bostonian. I have lived in the Pacific Northwest since Junior High, so as far as I am concerned, I am a Northwesterner!
This means, rain doesn’t normally bug me. Lord knows I have ridden in it enough!
This year has been nuts though! We have had more rain since October than EVER before. And, even I am tired of it! (Last week I was caught riding home in a thunderstorm)
Folks, I am sure everywhere someone lives has it own particular set of rules. In California, I think there is a requirement to be tan. Texas, somewhere is a bylaw that says you have to own boots and a hat. South of the Mason-Dixon line, Y’all are required to use the word Y’all!
On the Oregon Coast, somewhere in the closet you have a pair of these.
In Seattle, we have many. Some involve only drinking Good wine, good beer and good coffee. ( I am sipping Starbucks as I type this.) But others revolve around the sun coming out….
The sun rises over the mountains high.
Rains have moved on, there is blue in the sky.
The air is warming the breeze is light.
But the end of the workday is a distant sight.
The weekend is near, and that makes me happy.
Sadly though, the forecast is crappy.
Eight hours from now the sun will still be shining.
But I am already looking outside, for a ride I am pining.
On a day like this I just want out of this place.
I want the wind at my back and the sun on my face.
Screw this! Lets get this work done!
Cuz dammit I am saddling up the bike just after 1!
Tomorrow morning I’ll smile when the rain will be falling
Because today, the bike and I will answer the road’s calling!
OK I know… NOT the best poem! But then who knew Mountainstroh could rhyme at all! Like the wind folks!
You know, as time goes on, I am finding it harder and harder to leave our vacation spots and head home. Last year, after the Oregon Coast bike trip, I was honestly bummed out for quite a while to be back at work. As I sit here and blog, I am really NOT wanting to go back to the office tomorrow.
I spend a lot of time on this blog talking about the weather. When you are a cyclist it has a big effect on the amount of fun you have when you saddle up! It can be too cold, to hot, to windy, too wet, too wet, cold AND windy. When you are a northwest cyclist you either deal with all of these, or hibernate for the winter (well most of fall, ALL of winter and part of spring) months…
Sunday, as you saw in the last post was just plain wet.
NOT a good day to be out, but I was. 2.5 hours of downpour… There are those (natives and transplants) who claim spring is as dark and dismal as winter. We let them whine and tell y’all this, because those of us in the know will tell you the sun is coming, and when it arrives… Continue reading “When it arrives….”→
One of the games my wife and I like to play here in Seattle is “Spot the tourist.” It is pretty darn easy actually. It’s not because they look like they are lost, or because they are going to touristy places like Pike Place market or the Experience Music Project (I’ve done each of these). And it is sure not because they are in Woodinville tasting wine, (I’ve done this even more often).
Around here is it easy to spot tourists, especially those from California, Arizona, New Mexico or the South, by what they wear. You might think that maybe fashions differ from area to area. However, considering I do well at this game, AND I have no fashion sense, that can’t be it.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…
OK, I admit it, I have never read “A Tale of Two Cities.” I only know this line because its used time and time again on different TV shows, including Star Trek. However, if you compare Monday night’s commute with Tuesday night’s, it fits perfectly!
If you did not know prior to this, I work in downtown Seattle Washington and live just north of here. (17 miles as the bike travels a little closer if you use the freeway and a car). Like most of you, OK those of you in the Northern Hemisphere, in Seattle this was the first day of Spring!
I am not sure about the rest of the world, but around here, the transition from Winter to Spring is a crap shoot when it comes to weather. With the odds leaning to pretty darn crappy at times. Which is why this picture posted by a local radio station made me giggle.
This has been a strange week weather wise! On Saturday, Sunday and Monday I traveled a total of 56 miles over three rides. There are some who would say I swan 56 miles these days. Pure and simple, it poured the whole time! I showed you pictures of mudslides and myself soaking wet. It was NOT the most fun time to ride.
Today, though, things changed. Out of the blue we saw 60 degrees, sunshine, dryness and no wind! Let the heralds go far and wide and declare this a day to go outside.