Well, had to happen sooner or later so I post it for your amusement. I ride everyday so a bit of rain doesn’t bother me. In normal Dunedin rain by the time I get to the end of my 14km commute I can start to feel the odd drip of water getting inside my gloves. This morning it was proper jungle rain. So much so that the wife offered to drive me in to town but you know, cars? No thanks, it’s only water.
So I’m not even half way to work and I can feel that my gloves have filled with water and the rain has got up under my jacket so my shirt is wet. Decided to get some petrol in town. Pull in to the Mobil, stop next to the pump then raise both my hands and am fascinated by the sheer volume of water that pours out of them. Fill up and get off. As I swung my leg over the bike and put it on the side stand I had the sudden realisation, just as it went past the tipping point, that I hadn’t put the stand down because I was too busy emptying my shithouse gloves. Bastard. Went and paid, put the bits and pieces in the bin.
Moral of the story?
Get apehangers.
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