Rain on the commute has never really bothered me. In fact I’d go so far as to say I really enjoy riding in it.
As long as I remember to put the Raceblade on the back (check) and have my waterproof jacket (donned) and waterproof overshoes (velcroed) then I’m ready to go. I’ve never been troubled by wet legs, so the 3/4 troos remain and I venture out into the dampness. I’ve written before about how riding in the wet and (usually) cold is a great thing once you reach your destination (with someone who has driven not knowing that joy of climbing into warm and dry clothes and tasting that first coffee of the day). but there’s another aspect I like.
And it’s that no-one else seems to like it. Not just cyclists, who thin out on the streets, but pedestrians who make their way into buses or, more likely given the incresed number on the roads, into their cars. The tailbacks lengthen considerably, and frustration levels multiply. Only this morning the Merc driver who took exception to me being in the cycle reservoir ahead of him, who accelerated past with an exaggerated blip of the throttle, was joyfully (for me) met by a static line of metal less than 100 yards further on. I must look like some kind of maniac when riding in the rain, given the almost permanent fixed grin.
As a by the by, a couple of issues ago our Numbers Game had a figure for the number of times a cyclist gets wet a year commuting. It was presumably a UK average, and meant those times when you get properly soaked, but even so the figure of 12 times seemed frankly absurdly low. Okay, so Edinburgh is likely wetter than London, but we’re not even through March yet, and my count (which I started keeping after reading the stat) now sits at 7. I can’t see April foregoing its traditional showers either… Which is great.