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It wasn't supposed to be rainy on the way up, though. (Did I mention how terrible weather.com is?) By the time I wheeled my bike out of the office it was dark out and a light rain was already falling, but it was too late to consider any of the other transportation options—I would have been horribly late. I started biking, but I wasn't happy about it. It was impossible to tell whether the rain was going to get heavier or lighter, and I had a good ten miles to go. As I navigated the traffic lights and stop signs of River North and tried to gauge whether it might be letting up a little bit, I wasn't loving biking in Chicago.
I got on the Lakefront Trail at Oak Street. The light drizzle had turned into a heavy mist, the lake was calm, and the path was nearly empty. It was beautiful and quiet, worlds away from the downtown traffic I'd been in just a couple minutes before, and a far cry from the usual congestion of the path on summer evenings. There were a few runners out, but I had the path almost to myself. I cruised along, passing the cars crawling along Lake Shore Drive, and was suddenly really happy to be biking.
And cycling home from Rogers Park? It was raining harder then, so I accepted a ride from a friend. I was feeling a little guilty about making her go out of her way to take me home, but then I realized her car had heated seats, and suddenly I was really happy to not be biking in the rain.