Aloha from the downpour in Honolulu, my Bikey Commuters… Of course it is I, Mir.I.Am, with Diary of a Wimpy “Winter” Commuter hailing from my desk at work! Today’s commute was an ill-prepared twist of fate for yours truly, as the sunny “winter” weekend kept everyone in bikinis and barbeques during the day, and under covers and blanket during the breezy eves. All of those lunchtime ocean dips from yesterweek disappeared like the last Taco Bell Baja Chalupa at 2:56am on a Friday night. Sneak-attack rainstorm hit me from all directions signaling the official end of the weekend on my morning commute today. However, optimistic rainbow ponies had me convinced that a tank top, cardigan, and Vanya Chrome pants was all I needed for my commute AND my office attire for the day. “Come along, pretty princess, rainbows and magic pony power will keep you dry on your way to work!”
YOU’RE NOT MADE OF SUGAR – WHAT’S A LITTLE RAIN? Since moving to Chinatown, my commute has been shortened from 25 miles RT down to 3 miles RT (don’t judge, peeps) keeping most rainy winter commutes to a short fifteen minute ride on my fenderless Bumblebee bike. So, one can imagine my shrugging shoulders when I exited my apartment building stairwell in a tank top despite the light drizzle underway. Nothing more than a Mr. Mister, so I grabbed my booq “Mamba” backpack (review in near future!) and clipped in… Two blocks later, I was caught in puddles and soggy socks! What’s the rush? I thought, as I pulled over to clip on some front and rear lights and fully embraced the cyclist-in-a-wet-cardigan look and decided that the more drenched I arrived at work, the better! And, to no one’s surprise, I arrived with everything drenched except for the spot on my back protected by my backpack… great way to start the week, boss.
BIKE COMMUTE OFFICE STASH: Luckily for me, I keep a stock of clean (ish) and dry work clothes stashed at my desk at the offizle. A quick dry towel usually reserved for aforementioned lunch time swims was helpful in toweling off my hair and wrapping my shoes and socks for a (fingers crossed) drier commute on the way home. My Vanya pants + no fender = Bikini change-O to solve our soggy bottom issues before throwing on a work dress. A comb, a pair of heels, and some Witch Hazel for good measure made my wimpy winter commute nothing more than a pony’s daydream… Tonight I’ll make sure to pack my reliable pink rain jacket for good measure! Time to restock the office clothes pile to save me on some other day when I leave the apartment decaffeinated and less-than-prepared. My wardrobe change and Cycle Lady bathroom arsenal debunks the myths that cycling to work is unprofessional.
Stay Dry, Bike Commuters, and enjoy your winter however warm, cold, wet, or windy it may be! Take it slow, enjoy the ride, and ride on, my little ponies. For some really BAMF articles on real, non-wimpy winter commutes, check out this snowy article by Elizabeth!