I wanted a good ride today, especially after finally getting some writing done on a project that already feels a year overdue. I was in the mood for a reward ride, one sure to lead somewhere beautiful and/or strange, so I put on my blue dress and headed for the levees for a long ride along the river. But the weather has taken a turn in the last week. It was hot. And I mean ridiculously hot. And thick, the kind of heat that makes you gasp when you step outside. I had water, though, so I figured I’d just ride. And it was fine, at first, until I found myself pedaling against a hot breeze, as if I were stuck in that new Dyson Airblade. But I made it to the river where I paused on the levee and looked at the sky. The sky was a beautiful steely blue, part of a hot haze over the river, predicting storms to come. I turned off the river at Carrollton, figuring I’d wait for the rains to cool things off.
Well, I got my wish. It rained. A lot. I found myself stuck in it, in fact. Some days I like to ride in the rain, but not today. Today I just wanted to ride my bike freely, but instead I got two rides, each uncomfortable in their own special ways. This is summertime in New Orleans, I suppose. I best get used to it.