Spoked

Jul 19, 2007 22:24

A monstrous and vivid dream last night, a dream of deep night and desperate murder. No feelings of guilt, oddly... just that black fear of social recrimination, echoed from childhood. Still, I wouldn't call it a nightmare, because I've never been so lucid - it was a novelty I could appreciate in retrospect. I was able to pick out the illogic of my sudden displacements. Then the sun began to rise, and I realized that events this awful only occur in dreams.

I commanded myself to wake up, and did.

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My teaching job requires a commute right through downtown, to the far end of Lasalle. A solid 17km, all told. It was pouring rain this morning, which seemed like a good opportunity to test my mettle. If I'm going to cross a continent on these two wheels, I'd best get over any aversion to a little precipitation.

Summer rain here doesn't banish the heat, so head-to-toe waterproof garb seemed like it would cause more suffering than it would save. So I dressed light and synthetic, with a change of clothes and shoes in my panniers. It worked surprisingly well, the rain was just cool enough to temper my body heat without making me hypothermic.

A single rear brake on a road bike doesn't hold up well in the wet, unfortunately, but I happen to have a funky front fork with hardpoints for V-brakes... I'll just have to make sure I've got a light touch, lest I take a dive over the handlebars.
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