Friday, August 9, 2013

The great flowering love of a thousand pedal-pushers

Thursday was damp and sweaty. In the morning humidity was 100%, and sweat was pouring when I commuted by bicycle to work. And riding home it wasn't much better, +28 °C and humidity 70%.

Have to see how it goes on Friday, whether I will get soaked or not. Weather forecasts are divided: one forecast predicts pouring rain for the morning, another dry weather after thunder during the night.

(Posting title is from the poem A Pedal-Pusher Said to Me by Gabriel and Marcel Piqueray, translated by Robert Archambeau and Jean-Luc Garneau.)

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