Mother nature reeks havoc with my hammies
Riding a bicycle to work during the rainy season in Florida is like rolling the dice and betting on a number between one and twelve. Here’s my summer forecast: there’s a 100% chance that I’m going to get awfully wet. There are two ways to accomplish this feat of aquatic proportions. One, engage your body’s temperature regulation system; or two, ride home in an afternoon thunderstorm. The first method can result in chronic perspiration, dehydration, and a really bad smell. The second, and less recommended method, can result in an elevated heart rate, severe anxiety, an increased risk for bodily injury, and a swift kick in the keester from your spouse.