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Doris Day

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The remnants of tropical storm Doris hit us today. The news called it Doris Day, because of course they did. Gusts to 50-something miles an hour.

I tried cycling into work in it. I’ve been out in blows that strong before, no problem – bike and me together are pretty heavy. But a gust caught me just right and knocked me over at speed.

Eh. I was wearing yellow slicker pants that I couldn’t move properly in and I couldn’t catch myself. Didn’t knock me up and over, as in the picture, it knocked me sideways into a ploughed field. I’m fine, bike’s fine. I stalked home, muddy and soaking wet, and called in. There was nothing that really needed me today.

Went back to bed, slept until quarter to one.

True story.

Comments


Comment from Deborah HH
Time: February 23, 2017, 10:02 pm

Oh no Stoaty!

 


Comment from S. Weasel
Time: February 23, 2017, 10:15 pm

Nothing broken. AND I got a lie-in!

 


Comment from Niña
Time: February 23, 2017, 10:16 pm

I’m glad you weren’t hurt, only muddied, and hope your dignity is also intact!

 


Comment from Rich Rostrom
Time: February 23, 2017, 10:38 pm

Never tried biking in that high a crosswind. There is a place near my apartment where some buildings and walls funnel the wind down a block with a 10 degree slope. When the wind is in the right direction, it stops me dead, even in lowest gear.

 


Comment from OldFert
Time: February 23, 2017, 11:20 pm

Ploughed field, huh? Oh noes! You’re going Queen’s English on us! So what colour was your bruise?

Glad you’re OK.

 


Comment from Janna
Time: February 23, 2017, 11:34 pm

Booze will help.

 


Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: February 24, 2017, 12:22 am

Oh dear. I’m sorry. What a way to get a day off. Glad to hear you are muddied but unbowed.

It is days like that which make one truly appreciate the best blessings of Western Civilization – the hot bath and the warm bed.

 


Comment from tomfrompv
Time: February 24, 2017, 1:30 am

I think you told us you had an electric bike? Aren’t those guys built low to the ground to cut down on air friction, turbulence, and drag? Its surprising a bike like that would go over. Must have been some gust.

Still, must be nice to cycle to work. You don’t do that in LA, wind or no wind.

 


Comment from Ric Fan
Time: February 24, 2017, 2:23 am

If you hadnt landed in mud and instead hit cement, how bad would your injuries have been? Sounds dangerous. Also, with winds that strong there is the danger of being hit in the head with something blowing about. I cant believe you wanted to go out in that weather.

 


Comment from Bob B
Time: February 24, 2017, 5:05 am

Once upon a time, I got blown about by gale force winds and pinned to a fence for a few minutes. I remember being surprised at the time it was happening, and then being sort of embarrassed that I hadn’t realized beforehand that it could have happened.
I’m glad to hear that you’re OK.

Anyway, NASA tells us that the Earth is flying through space and it’s spinning, so you better hold on.
(Funny thing is, most people can only feel the spinning when they’re really drunk.)

 


Comment from Nina
Time: February 24, 2017, 8:13 am

True story: several years ago, not too long after my third radioiodine treatment for the thyroid cancer that still bedevils me, it was graduation night at the high school where I work. Well, worked. One of my awesome colleagues had been telling me for weeks that he wanted to buy me a drink to toast hopefully beating the beast, and at dinner after the ceremony he finally had his chance. Staff meets every year at a popular riverside restaurant, where we take over the outside patio.

Now, I’m not a drinker. I like to make it, but I do not drink alcohol, especially so soon after the radioiodine. So as to not hurt my colleague’s feelings, I ordered what I hoped was the sissiest fruity drink I could think of, a mai tai. Only this one had enough rum to make a sailor’s eyes water, and after a few sips, the whole patio started swaying like a drunk sailor, too. I thought I must be a worse lightweight than I’d imagined if three sips of a mixed drink had my head spinning, and I discreetly handed the drink to my daughter, who happily finished it.

It wasn’t until we were ready to leave that I realized that the patio was on a floating dock.

I’m really an idiot. 🙄

 


Comment from Wolfus Aurelius
Time: February 24, 2017, 12:57 pm

Your weasel looks like George Reeves flying as Superman!

Glad to hear you weren’t hurt. Does calling in mean a 3-day weekend for you?

 


Comment from Steve Skubinna
Time: February 24, 2017, 5:24 pm

Nina, a legitimate Mai Tai, one made to Trader Vic’s original recipe, has no fruit juice in it save one lime. It’s a very potent drink, nothing like the ones many bartenders mix. If I’m driving that evening I’ll restrict myself to just one.

 


Comment from durnedyankee
Time: February 24, 2017, 5:31 pm

So it’s not an artist’s conception of the new high tech Iranian self propelled Weasel Missile launch vehicle?

Glad to hear you are only a bit battered. Ric Fan is right, the macadam is unforgiving and whut the heck are ya doin ridin around with the wind blowing in 80 kph gusts!

 


Comment from OldFert
Time: February 24, 2017, 6:16 pm

Were you trying to warn Dorothy?

 


Comment from Niña
Time: February 24, 2017, 8:30 pm

Steve, I’ve only had the sissy kind, clearly. 😳

 


Comment from Uncle Al
Time: February 24, 2017, 11:46 pm

@Niña – Oh! I thought you’d lost your tilde. Whew!

Loved your patio anecdote!

 


Comment from Niña
Time: February 25, 2017, 5:40 am

My daughter laughed at me. 🤣

Unk A, it depends on what device I’m using. The iPad has the ñ, the phone doesn’t. I need to change that!

 


Comment from Niña
Time: February 27, 2017, 5:46 am

Fixed the ñ on my phone. 😜

 

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