Philip Fibiger

I will learn to trust the weatherman. Yesterday, he said that it would rain that day. I looked out my sliding glass door to my patio and saw no rain coming down. It looked like it had sprinkled a bit, but nothing too bad and had definitely passed. I put on my dress clothes for work, threw on my leather jacket, grabbed my helmet and messenger bag and left my apartment. About 1 minute into my ride to work, it started to rain. Then it started to rain harder. My pants were soaked, the rain made it through my jacket and soaked my shirt. Even when a rain doesn’t feel very cold when you’re standing in it, it’s awfully cold at 40 miles per hour. To top off the experience, L.A. traffic gets absolutely treacherous after a rain. All of the road grime, bits of tire, and oil sit on the roads for months, and then when the occasional rain shows up, it forms one of the slickest substances known to man. It will suffice to say that yesterday when I made it to work i was uncomfortable and unhappy. It took almost four hours for me to fully dry. Here’s hoping the next rain will be months away. When it does happen, I’m taking the car!