Rain drops.

I think I can consider myself one step closer to be a “Native” Portlander.  I complain about the weather regardless of the conditions–it’s too cold, it’s too wet, it’s to sunny, it’s too hot, it’s too…

Right now, it’s just too rainy and like a good Portlander I have at least five different rain jackets.  Each rain jacket matches a certain type of drop:  The pink one is for constant mist days, the yellow one is for big, wet drop days, the orange one is for sporadic rain fall of all drop sizes, the dark blue one is for riding through sporadic mists, and the light blue one is the one I wear when there’s less than a 30% chance of rain–that’s a sunny day for Portland.

It rains a lot.

You would think that choosing to live in this delicious climate that I might adapt.  I’m stubborn.  This time of year it can take me a whole hour to choose the appropriate jacket and work up the courage to suit up and willingly ride 40 miles in the rain.

Misery loves company, however.  This week I was lucky enough to ride with my cross team:  Ladies Auxiliary, and JVA.  There’s nothing like starting the ride with a cup of coffee and ending with a glass of beer.  Suddenly the size of the rain drops becomes inconsequential.

More complaining to come.

Photo thanks to Kate Walker.  I’m in my light blue rain jacket.