Rain Rain, Come My Way

Friday’s downpour caused it to become the best day I‘ve had biking in the city. I took off my shirt, rolled up my pants and took off into the torrent, singing short snatches of songs repeatedly, loudly and off key such as “Mama’s Little Baby Loves Shortening Bread”. Because of my recent reading of The Rum Diary, I used the phrase “vicious rat bastard” often, although always in good humor. I was so happy. I was flying through the streets of Manhattan with little traffic. I skid stopped at every opportunity because it is always most fun in the rain. You can skid for twenty feet, the back end starts fishtailing, you stop skidding for a second to straighten out and then lock them up again. It’s a glorious feeling. I’ll take a rain like that any day. It’s the damn sun that’s killing me.

Currently reading: Safe Conduct: Pasternak’s autobiography