keys wallet ipod phone clogs work-shirt drink-chits all in ruck. Sing merrily the way. The sun warming your crotch. Fuck, stop for a beer because you have time but you know
already and I don't have to warn you if you live here that the wind will start at nine; blow all of the umbrellas down the street and up on the roof. Then the rain. And rain.
There's always a compost bag somewhere to keep the important parts dry.
Thanks Shayne for the photo.
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It's 55 here and the rain is en route, maybe even some snow by midweek. My "raincoat" is the same beat up old rag I bought 12 years ago and only keeps me dry if there is enough wool under it to absorb the leaks. Bike ridin' is always fun anyway, don't you say?
What an amateur NWer move…rain coat and fenders with ya always until June.
Im glad you took the shitty weather in stride though. Could be the latest fashion.
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