Those of you living in places that actually have weather that differs from day to day may not have heard, but we've had an interesting bunch of weather here in the great state of Arizona. Up in Flagstaff, according to the official weather report, a metric buttload of snow fell. Here in sunny Phoenix, we got a lot of rain. And it wasn't sunny.
I like that last part so much I'm going to repeat it: it wasn't sunny yesterday.
Naturally, I was the only two-wheeled vehicle on the road in the morning. People in Phoenix are a little strange - everyone is afraid of a little rain.
I mean, I understand that every time we get weather, the entire city falls apart and we have to make it all out of papier mache and sand again, but really a little rain won't hurt you.
Everyone thinks I'm nuts for riding in the rain. Really, I can count on one hand the number of times I've been caught in a downpour while riding, and I've ridden every day (mostly) for almost four years. It does not rain here. Or I'm a sun god. But I think it's just that it doesn't rain here. Because of this, I've worn rain gear much more often than I've needed rain gear.
Yesterday, it really seemed like I was going to need rain gear on my way home, so I wore it. I got hit by a few drops of rain on my way to the parking garage. Other than that, the rain gear just protected my clothes from the spray from cars in front of me. Actually, I was glad I had my rain gear on for that reason.
But I didn't get rained on. I was disappointed, frankly. Flagstaff got dumped on. I heard rain all day at the office. But when it's my turn? Nothing.
It's kind of a bummer.