Tuesday, August 18, 2015
Decisions....good and bad
We've been having the typical Florida summer as of late. Hot mornings followed by even hotter afternoons, then a late afternoon or early evening thunderstorm. The science teacher in me understands the reasons...as the ground starts to cool we switch to warmer air coming in off the gulf. That creates unstable conditions which results in rain. Pretty simple really.
In the past my decision to ride was pretty much determined by the weather. Fifty percent chance or higher of rain was a crap shoot and my cut off point. Now with a commute that puts me at the end of rush hour and in heavier traffic...that percentage becomes even more important. Suddenly forty percent of rain seems more reasonable. More manageable.
I talk to people all day, I help them make decisions that can affect their family, their lives, their financial outcomes. I train people to do this. I work with everyone for 18 to 80. I love my job at times...I hate my job at times. Making decisions on risk, reward....opportunity. So when I personally make a decision - for good or bad - it has a reason and it is not made lightly.
highest incidents of uninsured motorists in the country.
A last minute decision in the morning to ride in despite a call for rain during the evening hours. My decision to ride home tonight was a good one. I had a little issue merging onto the highway; a road I generally don't like to ride home but with thunder booming in the distance and lightening striking the ground, I was looking for the fastest way away from the gathering doom. I had my rain gear on, and was sweating my ass off in it.
Of course, not a drop of rain.
Yesterday however was a different tale, I left work under clear skies and took my normal way home. On the way I had no luck and was caught at nearly every red light. Then it started. Light at first, actually almost enjoyable as the temperature dropped and the wind picked up.
That should have been my warning.
Before I knew it I was pulling off to the side of the road, hiding under a bank's drive thru window soaked and pissy. That was within ten minutes after the storm started. It continued to pour for roughy twenty minutes...and then I decided to move. On went the rain gear even through I was soaked.
How far did I go since I left the bank...ten miles, fifeteen? I was under the awning of a church this time thinking about why I made such a bad decision to ride to work. I am looking out at a downpour so bad that I was unsure where the road was. I'm cold. I'm wet. I'm unhappy.
Finally it lets up again, it's late and it's taking me forever to get home. My hour commute that turned into a two hour plus ride. When I finally do get home its a quick shower to warm up, a shot of whisky just to ensure my nerves were calm and off to bed.
Tomorrow's weather? More of the same. A forty percent chance which threatens me when I leave work. A very good chance considering the pattern over the last week or so. Maybe I'll take the car.