# Cycling in the rain.

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Posted by Kai on June 13, 2019 at 15:51:18

This morning was spent studying with Mark at my house as our teachers were all involved in supervising exams. It has been raining most of the day and it was frustrating seeing all the rain outside and not being able to go out in it as my mum, who used to be a teacher before we kids came along, was insistent that we work first and if she was happy that we'd finished we'd be allowed out after lunch.

Lunchtime came and it was still pouring outside. We wolfed down our lunch of bangers, mash and baked beans and then hurried outside to get our bikes. Mark was wearing well-worn grey skinny fit jeans, a black and grey camo-pattern sweatshirt over a grey tee-shirt, grey socks and grubby white Nike trainers. I know he normally wears CK boxer briefs. I was in my favourite old denim Next jeans (they have a bit of stretch in the denim so fit very snuggly which I like the feel of), a plain mid-blue sweatshirt over a yellow tee-shirt, slightly too tight M&S boxer-briefs (they don't make my ideal size, one is too big and the smaller, these, are too small really, but I'd rather wear tight than baggy) and blue socks and old blue Adidas trainers.

It was raining so hard that by the time we had wheeled our bikes down the front-path to the road, I could feel the rain drops soaking through my hair and there were dark spots of wetness on my sweatshirt and the thighs of my jeans. We decided to cycle to the park which is about a mile away via quiet side-streets (the main road is far to busy to cycle along safely, one of our friends was knocked off his bike by a white van recently and ended up with concussion and a broken arm and wrist.) and we made sure to cycle through all the flooded gutters along the way. The path leading between the houses to the park was flooded and Mark raced ahead and went through it with his legs lifted and stretched out in front of him, spraying water to each side and soaking his legs. He stopped at the far end and watched me do the same but I wasn't going quick enough to make it all the way through and came to a wobbly halt before my bike tipped over and I fell off into the water - part of the challenge is not to peddle or put your feet down - I splashed down on my side in water that was maybe ankle deep, soaking my right side completely and I untangled my legs from my bike before sitting up in the water and soaking my backside, we were both laughing as I scrambled to my feet and picked up my bike.

We cycled on into the park which is quite large and mainly grass with trees dotted around. There are a couple of soccer pitches and a small playground with swings, a slide and a roundabout for small kids, but the main attraction for us is the large paddling pool which is really just a concrete lined dip in the ground. The water is waist-deep on Mark and me, so you can cycle through it easily but you will get very wet. Mark made a bee-line for the pool and raced into it before peddling furiously to keep going and get to the far side. He almost made it but ended up a few yards from the side standing astride his bike with the water lapping around his crotch.

I rode into the water and let my bike get slowed by the water before getting off and wading forward to where Mark was waiting. We waded out pushing our bikes and then on an impulse ran back into the water before splashing down in the middle, getting thoroughly soaked before standing up and splashing water at each other. We raced each other round the park on our bikes a few times before riding back into the pond again. It was still raining quite heavily and the feeling of my sodden clothes and the rain pouring over me felt amazing. Mark's grey jeans had turned a darker shade and gleamed wetly as he moved and his sweatshirt clung to his chest and back. His hair was plastered wetly to his head and across his forehead and dripped down his face so that he had to keep brushing it aside.

I had promised mum that we would be home in time for her to collect my sister from school and take her for a doctor's appointment, so that we could look after the twins whilst she was out. (I have three younger sisters; Bella who is ten, and twins Flora and Ava who are three, who my dad jokingly describes as "the best mistakes I ever made, ha ha" - well he thinks it's funny........).

Mum wasn't too surprised when we got home dripping wet but told us to get out of our wet clothes in the kitchen and put them in the drier before going to change - Mark and I keep a change of clothes at each others' houses just for such occasions. The twins thought it very funny seeing us hurriedly scurrying upstairs with nothing on.

Follow Ups:

- Re: Cycling in the rain. Ry 18:23:59 6/13/2019 (4)
  - Re: Cycling in the rain. Kai 20:27:54 6/13/2019 (0)
  - Re: Cycling in the rain. Matt 18:50:57 6/13/2019 (2)
    - Re: Cycling in the rain. Kai 20:34:31 6/13/2019 (1)
      - Re: Cycling in the rain. Matt 09:00:08 6/14/2019 (0)

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