a week of rain
Resolution, New Year 2008, continue biking until every ounce of superfluous body fat has fallen away, leaving a sleek, fit, desperate man.
It's been raining ever since. Rain, as you have been told, is good for places suffering a drought. Brisbane is / was such a place. So much so the government decided, only ten years too late, to begin a pipeline from the city to the main dam, which would have the dubious distinction of allowing us to re-consume our sewerage. Yummy.
The pipeline has been progressing well, although there are many hold ups due to rain. No matter what, the pipeline still needs to be built. For the next drought. And the one after that.
Each night on the television weather there is a run down on who got rain and where. Except for the dam. The dam never manages to get any water. They tell us this every night least we relax and leave a tap on somewhere, or defy the watering ban and live dangerously by setting up a sprinkler in the middle of the lawn. The water police will find you if you lapse. The water police are everywhere. Looking. Waiting.
Rain. The vanguard of any conversation. 'This weather is a bit dry eh?' (In Australia you are able to ask a question while making a statement.) 'How's your lawn?', 'Dry enough for you?', and on it goes.
Now, after some rain, the place is looking beautiful again. Lush. Tropical. With frequent showers.
Biking—the resolution maintains that I am keen enough to go out even in periods of uncertainty in the weather; this time last year I wouldn't go out if there was a hint of wind, reasoning I didn't need the extra stress of a headwind. The resolution changes all that. No excuse for non compliance.
Twice this year I have been out. Wednesday, in amongst rain squalls. Dry one side of the circuit, wet on the other. Thursday, after consulting the rain radar, calculations carefully made, full preparation, and out we go. Calculations show with the rain front heading in at a constant speed I will have one hour to get some pedaling done. Good call. One hour and six minutes in the rain arrives and by the time I get home (not factored into the plan) I am decidedly wet. Resolution intact in most ways.
I still think there must be some of this ending up in the dam. Bagged and tagged under: Brisbane Wivenhoe drought Avanti ur4078au