I really don’t mind riding to work in the rain, especially if it hasn’t been raining consistently. Like this morning. It was actually quite pleasant — it was cool enough that I could comfortably wear a rain jacket, but not so cool that it was miserable. It was one of those mornings when Things Were Right, and I managed to ride from the 62nd Street to the Convention Center without ever once touching my brake, and once I hit Penn Avenue I didn’t even have to let up on my spin. Pure bliss. I caught up with, chatted with, and then passed a couple of other commuters, and I even got the rare “Yo! Fixie” from one of them.

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