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Friday, April 02, 2010
Large branches blown down in the Stanley Park causeway.
The radio announcing the ferry sailing delays.
The rain driving sideways at sea level.
The whitecaps visible in Burrard Inlet.
But, no it had all seemed so placid at home. A drizzle of rain. 7
degrees celsius. Not that cold.
As I drove up onto the Upper Levels highway, the SUV started
buffetting in the wind, but I thought to myself: suck it up! You've
sculled on Coal Harbour in a snow storm, you've ridden your bike in
the worst kinds of weather. How bad could it be?
Well, riding up (or rather, trying to ride up) Cypress Bowl road, in
what became a hailstorm, on a holiday Friday morning in which everyone
and their dog decides to race up to the mountain for some spring
skiing, on a shoulderless road, with the gale gorce wind blowing DOWN
the mountain against me, with my feet so cold and soaking wet in four
minutes that I thought my toes were going to snap off ... it just
proved to be a bad idea. I made it 15 minutes before I thought I was
going to die, and then abandonded it for four sprints up the hill from
Spanish Banks beach to UBC.
Also cold and wet, just not quite so dangerous.
Then I went home and got warm.