Irony has a way of entering my life all the time.
Just the other day, I was complaining about the wind when I was biking. I said then that I’d prefer snow, rain, and even hail over a windy day.
So today, God decided to make me prove it. Yup, we’re in the midst of a Rocky Mountain Spring Snow.
So I rode my bike home in about 3/4″ slush (it’s been snowing all day, but melting on the roads). For those who bike, you already know what this means. I ended up soaked after a quarter mile. The front tire kicked water up into my face (even as the snow beat against me–there was only a slight wind today, so once I got over 5 mph the snow was “blowing” in my face due to my momentum, regardless of which direction I went). Not to be outdone, the rear tire kicked water up on my back. Then the water would rush down my body to soak through my wind-pants and into my legs. It would finally pool in my shoes which, because I was pedalling, meant my feet were both waterlogged and in constant wind.
So I got home risking hypothermia and, after putting my bike up in the garage, I decided…
Wind is still the worst weather.
