I didn't know it was gonna be so cold and rainy this afternoon on the way home from work.
I had no jacket.
I had no leg warmers.
Only arm warmers, a Windstopper cap, and thin full finger gloves.
I headed out from my office, in a cold and steady rain, ready to Harden Up for the ride home.
I was already about 8 minutes into the ride and I was already freezing.
"Once a Week" Paul drove by, slowed and rolled down the window.
I yelled, "Ill-prepared!" Oh Well!" and I soldiered on.
Paul waved and drove on. I didn't think anything of it. I see him, Fatmarc Vanderbacon, and sometimes Jay C, on my commutes.
I got to the next hill, and there was Paul, pulled over in a driveway, holding out a Gore-tex shell.
I put on the jacket, and I was instantly warm.
He helped me out big time.
The jacket helped so much, I was able to to take the long way home and squeeze in a my bonus commuting miles.
First I was all....
...then I was all...
Paul, I owe ya a gallon of milk, Utz Rodz, and six pack on the next Tuesday ride.