This was by far the nastiest weather I’ve delivered in. Wenzday says freezing rain is bad, which may be true, but some of the freezing stuff bounces off. When it’s straight raining and 36 degrees out… on top of a layer of snow and sleet… well, it’s no picnic. But the key to survival out there was my trusty $5 Waterproof Boots. All my other so-called “rain gear” – hand-me-downs (or is it “hands-me-down”?) from the wife, a former Gear Head – was saturated by mid-day. My gloves were essentially hand-shaped sponges. I could produce a steady stream of water just by making a fist. Ancient peoples would have worshipped me. But keep those little piggies dry and nothing else matters, as you can plainly see from this equation:
2 dry feet = 1 happy Metropedaler
But even better than my Waterproof Boots was Erik’s Act of Heroism. Instead of choosing warmth and shelter, he shuttled my second load of bins from Boston Organics over Bunker Hill and the Gilmore Bridge, all the way down to Binney St. That saved me probably an hour and untold misery. Erik gets the Patched Tube Award for true grit and sacrifice for a fellow Pedaler. Thanks AGAIN, Erik!
Above, the trike breaks trail on the footpath in Canal Park.