That’s my stock reply when anyone says, “You’re riding in this?”
Monty and I are not water-soluble. We do, however, get utterly, thoroughly, you-can’t-get-any-wetter soaked. (Jeans may not have been the best choice today. Why is wet denim so…icky?)
We paused at the front door this morning, pondering whether to leave Monty home and take the subway instead. I’m glad we didn’t! All the wimps go underground, and we have the bike path to ourselves.
So what if I have rain dripping from my nose?