Micky from DailyMile left me a joke this morning: “What is the opposite of a Storm Chaser? A Californian Runner.”
It’s true. We don’t do storms here, not well at least. But for good reason.
If it’s been months since the last rainfall, the accumulation of oil on the roads mixes with the moisture and creates similar conditions as snow or sleet. We fishtail all over the place until the ABS kicks in, and then we fear our car is broken until we remember that it’s a safety feature. This place also floods very easily because it’s urban and it’s desert. There’s a lot of concrete and asphalt, and what pure earth there is just doesn’t soak up water well. Once the grounds saturate, trees start to topple and city sewage contaminates local rivers and beaches. Sometimes homes head down hillsides.
If you are riding your bike or running in a bike lane with cars, you are particularly vulnerable—and stupid. Even on a sidewalk, you are at risk of slipping because it’s so slick. Though highly unscientific, I think most people are staying indoors during this El Nino number. I have yet to see a runner or cyclist in the rain since the first of three storms hit yesterday. Most, like me, wait for a long break in the clouds.
Based on the current sideways rain, flooded garage and toppled furniture and potted plants in my backyard, the second storm—predicted as the mildest of the three—is now upon us. They just issued a tornado warning in North County. And storm No. 3 is threatening to produce snow.
I’m supposed to attend tonight’s track club board of directors meeting. This could get interesting.