When I got home Monday, almost the first words I heard when I walked in the door were, "Mom doesn't want you to ride to work anymore."
The my Lovely Lovely said, "You're not doing this anymore." Since I was in the process of taking off my helmet, gloves and RoadId (not to mention having heard the previous comment - it's amazing how I can pick up on subtle clues like that) I gather that she was talking about riding to work.
"Why not?" I naively asked.
"It's too hot."
That one stopped me. I was prepared for "it's not safe," but I wasn't ready for that one.
Fortunately, a clever reply leaped immediately into my mind.
"No it's not."
Okay, so apparently it wasn't that clever, but it was all I had.
"Yes it is. And it isn't safe." Well, I rode in the belly of the 2000 lb beast yesterday, but we talked some more and I was able to ride into work today without any hard feelings.
It felt pretty warm this morning, though the weather report said it was only 73. I have a feeling the humidity is was through the roof. I took it easy since I didn't want to offend anybody at work. Of course, a good sweaty odor keeps people away so you can get your work done...
And I decided to count how many cars passed me and how many of them passed me safely. To be fair (in other words, to make sure I wasn't being overly sensitive) I only counted it as unsafe if it made say, "Yikes!" or some other expletive. If all I said was "Well...." I counted it as safe.
The tally - 63 of 84 cars passed me safely. I wheeled my bike into my office this morning and found this on my door:
I'm going to leave it there. It made me laugh out loud. (In case you don't recognize the strip, it's Pearls Before Swine.) Well, now I'm at work, so I'd better do some.
See you on the road.