I always associate humidity with heat (and misery). But one thing I’ve noticed since getting the scooter is that it can also mean brrrrrrrrrr!
If it’s humid and in the 60′s, a ride on the scooter in shorts and a t-shirt can be a most unpleasant experience. I suppose it makes sense that a 30 mile per hour breeze when it’s damp will give you a chill. But I’m almost always hot.
So this morning, despite it being numid, I’m wearing jeans and a button down shirt OVER a t-shirt. Now, if I was participating in my old comute (walk, bus, subway, walk) I’d be sweating to death and cursing my life in great outer surburbia. But now I’m comfy.
Of course, I’m walking a helluva’ lot less than I did before (which is a bad thing). I guess you can’t have it all. At least i’m not sweating.
…and speaking of being cool, today’s photo is from last week in San Francisco: it’s mid-July and Randy and I are wearing jeans and jackets (and we were still cold).
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