Puddles

Ah the rain. Turing back the clocks means putting on rain gear in Oregon. And that means dodging puddles while riding the bike. As I ride into downtown Portland, there is a puddle at the end of the Hawthorne Bridge here in Portland. Man, is it a big one. This morning as I rode along the bridge, a huge curl of water, easily five feet high, crashed ten feet in front of me. If I were a motorist coming along the bridge, I know I would try and time it to really soak a bicyclist. Ok, maybe not. No wait. I would.