Thursday, August 1, 2013

Rain delay

On Monday I set out on my bike hoping for a bite to eat at a restaurant that warranted a blog post.

Sadly, the restaurant in question is closed on Mondays.  I eventually settled on a little corner restaurant that is nice, but not blog worthy by any means, at least not in any foodie sense, which is what I was after.

I sat in the restaurant because their terrace was full (that's a patio for non-Quebecers, if you're wondering) but was basically outside because the patio doors were wide open and I had a table right on the door sill.

There was rain in the forecast but only tiny amounts and the probability factor was small.  I had calculated that I would be back in the office before any rain fell.

As I was finishing my lunch, I noticed that the breeze had turned a little chilly and the sky was darkening.  I overheard the waitresses saying something about rain.  I lost no time finishing up and setting out for the office.  I only had three miles or so to go.

Less than halfway there, I started feeling little drops.  Within five minutes, it had started raining.  Just as the rain started I stopped and put on my rain jacket.  When I take these little lunchtime trips I don't bother with my armored pants.  I always have my rain jacket under the seat, but I don't carry rain pants.  I think I'll pack my rain pants from now on.

As I headed south on St-Urbain, the rainfall was getting to be a problem.  Although I'm better protected than if I was on a motorcycle, particularly since I still have the tall windscreen on, my suit pants were soon going to be wet if I didn't seek shelter.

About a minute later I was riding past Place des Arts, and I was on the lookout for a shelter option.  Providence provided.  I spotted a bicycle rack with scooters and motorcycles parked next to the rack, that was conveniently located under the building's overhang.

After the storm abated some fifteen or twenty minutes later, I was on my way.  I never really did get wet.  Perhaps only slightly damp.

4 comments:

  1. I can recall my riding-commuting days. More than once I showed up at a client meeting slightly damp/soaking wet. Usually it just resulted in a "what kind of idiot rides a motorcycle on a rainy day" look and the meeting would progress as normal.

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    1. Dave, I'm not sure what people think or feel here when they see me walking around the building dressed like a spaceman. I don't envy tops the list.

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  2. Of course the rain couldn't wait until you were back at the office. Not a very polite rain.

    Did you end up late for work after lunch because of the delay?

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    1. Brandy I ended up being 10 minutes late. No big deal.

      Standing there looking passively at the rain, I realized that I used to do that much more often as a kid. There are valuable things we lose as we get old and serious.

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