uncool and wet

Got to my office in the dry, decided to cycle on to the corner of Pitt and Market where, apparently, there was an office fire being attended by ten fire trucks. So, 100m or so from my office the heavens open and I start to get rather wet. I took shelter under a shop awning and when the rain eased a little I made my way through the City to see a few fire trucks but nothing that encouraged me to stop and have a crack at taking a Pulitzer prize winning photo. Ho-hum. I turned down George Street and back towards my office, feet starting to squelch. Goretext shoes are every bit as capable of keeping water in as out. At Martin Place I made an attempt cross the pavement, making use of one of those dips designed to be used by prams and wheelchairs and, well, bikes. I made a complete mess of it. I was in a bus lane and did not fancy swinging out into the road, so I hit the dip at a shallow angle. My body and the back of the bike wanted to make a left turn but my front wheel decided to skid along the curb line, slicing through the puddle that had formed in the road and which I ended up in. Looking particularly uncool I hit the floor, quickly bounced to my feet and dragged my sopping wet carcass and bike across the pavement, trying not to make eye contact with the pedestrians who, to a man, ignored me. Hello Monday.