The rains and cool temperatures of fall finally came out for a teaser yesterday. I rode downtown to catch a Torah study at Temple Beth Israel, clad in knickers and a wool jersey. I could tell it wanted to rain just a little; but wasn't cautious enough to take a rain shell along. I rode home in a light shower, and the wool kept me warm enough as long as I kept moving. I did get a little sniffly, mostly from the change in the barometric pressure; but otherwise I felt fine.
Today I awoke to the sound of a real shower, big drops going ..::splat!::.. against the living room window -- and I smiled.
In a couple of hours I'm heading over to the park for cyclocross practice -- and today it's cool enough that I can finally break out the embrocation.
It doesn't look like much, but it's one of the happiest rituals of my cyclocross season.