Through the downpour

 

 
Earlier last month, we had one of the last "summer rains" so typical of the area: sudden, violent storms in which the Gods of anger lecture us on who's the boss in here.

However, sometimes, you really need to get out anyways and go about your business.

Particularly when we're talking about sausages. That day, I needed sausages. Sausages are so essential... What wouldn't you do for them?

So I kitted myself out, maxi rain gear (sort of), and there I was, the (almost) only cyclist out there on this liquid sunday morning.

Pretty sad day...

Grey...

Lonely...

Well, not quite!

Whatever pedestrians caught outside were hurrying like little rats.



Empty Old Montreal is always quite a sight.

One of the shittiest cycle designs in town: nobody ever turns, most people go straight ahead and this area is loaded with pedestrians all the time!
Anyways.

Off to Atwater market.

Sausages...

Here I come!

I 'm biking in the rain!

Love these two pictures both courtesy of Montreal Cycle Chic.

 

I'm biking in the rain...

 I'm biking in the rain!

Why?
Because it so happens that I got caught under that very same downpour early June, on my way back from the Bilboquet on Laurier. Came back soaked up.
Actually, since real *summer* kicked in, I found myself caught in every single downpour, carrying groceries, going the the market or to appointments. Every time, I came back drenched down to the underwear.

So what? I am not dead.
As long as I am on a segregated cycle lane, who cares? My bike got to enjoy a nice wash down. I got a nice shampoo and shower, tropical spa style. Salad got an advance tossing. The cheese might not have appreciated though.

Tonight it's pouring outside again.

 

Supposed to drag until tomorrow. Will I get caught in it again?
Oh well, c'est la vie.

UPDATE (10-08-2011): I did.