The housemates and I gathered around the porch door and discussed tornado readiness and what we'd do if we got stuck out on our bikes in something like this.
Spike claimed he'd take refuge on the nearest porch, "I'd tell them, don't worry I won't steal anything."
I said, "Glad I'm not getting off work right now." It was the right time of night just the wrong day of the week. Just then a text from my co-worker, his shift about to end: OMG! I biked to work.

In Portland I scoffed at people who refused to bike in the rain. I own some pretty nifty rain gear but no way it could compete with this. Here's crossing my fingers I stay lucky. Red, my friends, means bad.
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For anyone who is wondering what happened, I did indeed leave my bike at work with a note saying, "Got stuck in the rain. Hope it's OK." Then a friend came to pick me up in her car. By the time she arrived, the rain had stopped, but my bike was soaking wet :/ It was a bitch having to commute by bus (two buses--one transfer) for 45 minutes to get to work the next day, though, when I could've easily biked there in about 15-20 minutes.
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