False spring

7 04 2012


We don’t need no freaking’ Spring. At least, that’s what the weather gods seem to be saying.

It’s April, practically August, and the weather outside is frightful. Even when it is nice, it can turn on a dime, making any sort of plans for long rides a bit of a crapshoot.

That’s what happened on Friday, when “Le petit tour de trios ponts” turned from a pleasant, but chilled, jaunt to a battle of survival against hypothermia. Fortunately for my riding buddy and I, the latter happened at the end of the ride when we were home and cooled out – literally – at Granville Island.

We could sense trouble was afoot when we crossed the Lions Gate Bridge as the rain clouds roiled and a squall rolled over East Van in the distance. It was an icy wind that propelled us over the span. By the time we thundered through the Stan, another squall was bearing down across English Bay and the temperature was dropping.

“We’re gonna get pelted just as we cross the Burrard Bridge,” I prophesized to RDM.

A few drops did ding us as we hit the home stretch, but the clouds really opened as we clipclopped to Granville Island to meet our wives for lunch. And it was cold, as in those-raindrops-could-turn-to-flakes-any-moment cold. They did become hail for a stretch.

Imminent hypothermia.

The lousy weather is making for a slow start to the cycling season. Friday’s sun – before the cloudbursts kicked in – brought out a lot of riders, whole pelotons of them at times. Let’s hope everyone found a warm dry spot to wait out the storm.