The weather is what it is. Today it was spitting rain on my ride back to the hotel. It wasn’t much more than enough to speckle my clothes and bag. But it did send me back to my freshman year of college.
I used to have early classes all of the time. The chemistry or physics lab option that would fit my schedule was inevitably 7:15 or so on Tuesday and Thursday. And for a few semesters that lab was all I had on those days.
So while living in the dorms, I would get up early, eat breakfast, go to class, and then have nothing to do other than homework for the rest of the day. Now of course, I didn’t spend all my time schooling, so I would ride my bike. Typically to Tower records or the mall.
One day I was riding up Watt Avenue, probably halfway to tower, and it started to rain lightly, you know, just a sprinkle. It wasn’t any big deal, so I rode on getting slightly damp.
After my time browsing through cassettes and books, I decided to head back to campus for lunch. And it was pouring.
Now something to remember is that I got up early enough to eat breakfast before lab. I had a high metabolism for for most of my life, and while in school I ate constantly. So I was eager to get back for lunch.
So I rode back to the dorm in the rain.
And when I got back, I was soaked. This is not hyperbole; my jeans were notably heavy when I walked up to my dorm room. I ended up laying all of my clothes out to dry on my drying rack. (Yes, drying rack. My T-shirts last forever because I don’t tumble dry them.) And then I took a hot shower.
While I was in the midst of all of this, my floor-mates had seen me and asked why I was riding in the rain. I told them what had happened, and they asked why I hadn’t called them for a ride. Now first off, I didn’t have any of their numbers, but secondly, this was 1987/88. There were no cell phones. Or at least nothing truly portable. So I said I would get their numbers and call if it ever happened again.
All this flashed through my mind today on my ride to the hotel. That and the bit of thrill of feeling the weather on my face.
I think I owe my wife an apology for poo-pooing her desire to ride in the rain.