This time I rode Trevor, the Pseudobecane, primarily because his fork-mounted headlamp would not be blocked when I used the rain cape properly, that is, draped over the handlebars. As in fact I did, as you can see from the photo Gina took of me as I came home:
What surprised me in particular today was--well, it was two related things:
- How many people of all economic classes were riding their bicycles on a cold, very wet, and wildly windy day; and
- How few of them wore any raingear at all!
Ah, well, it will likely remain a mystery, as we haven't the means to support a large-scale survey of inclement-weather sartorialism in Southern California...but I can't help wishing they'd get a clue.
I shouldn't complain anyway: I myself should have had rain spats on, as I did get wet from the shins down, but just didn't care.
At least they were out there, riding, and looking not at all unhappy. LA growing up.