Bikes, bikes, everywhere! Today’s weather was magnificent and Chicagoans took notice. With all the bikes, you would have thought you’d stepped into Copenhagen, except for the prevalence of sportswear and helmets. Such a lovely sight!
Of course, there’s the little devil on my shoulder that wishes the crowds would get out of my way. The devil rears her head particularly around less-skilled cyclists, often male, who insist on scooting ahead of me at red lights, as if they’re actually faster! Sorry, boys, but I’ve been out here all winter and chances are very high that I will pass you without breaking a sweat, unless you are all Lance Armstronged-out (though I did pass one of them this week). I don’t care if your ego’s hurt by my pink helmet and basket – I’m not racing, I’m trying to get somewhere.
With the warm weather, I’ve reverted to my summer uniform, a mix that I would like to think of as mountain chic, despite the complete lack of mountains. I have several Patagonia skirts with built in shorts underneath and tanks with built in bras, plus a smattering of Lululemon and Prana (yoga clothes). My Keen cycling sandals are a bit ugly, but they never get smelly, no matter how often I wear and sweat in them.
During the week I change into a suit once I get to the office, so for my commute comfortable and quick-drying clothes are important. On the weekends I wear whatever clothes and shoes I’m wearing out. That’s one of the many reasons I look forward to the weekends: I can wear real clothes and shoes from my wardrobe. Regardless of what I’m wearing, the beauty of warm weather is that I’m wearing less of it – finally freed from the shackles of a winter filled with coats, long underwear, scarves, gloves, mittens, ear muffs, and several layers of wool socks. Woo Hooo!