Today is Ride Your Motorcycle to Work day. But after a night of righteous thunderstorms and torrential rain, I chickened out this morning. Despite the fact that I ride completely armored in this stuff:

Yep. That's right. Polytitanium Mesh. And a full face helmet. Leather gloves. Motorcycle boots.

Kevlar underwear. (Not really. But almost... )

I'd rather be all cavalier like Shia Labeouf in the latest Indiana Jones flick. Now he was cool. I do have a leather jacket like Shia's, though, that I don't want to perspire all over in the summer (sorry, that's probably too much information), hence, the polytitanium mesh jacket and equally polytitanium britches. How the wind manages to whistle through all of that polytitanium is a mystery to me, but it is surprisingly cool. And the only place you can see the Harley Davidson logo on my leather jacket that is almost as cool as Shia's is on the little snaps. Well, the little snaps that are All Over the Jacket. Jack Bauer has accused me of being thoroughly branded after I brought that little fashion item home.

And it's not like I have anything to prove, I've been riding Odie to work for weeks now.

Tell you what I'd really like, and I wouldn't chicken out, not in a million years, bring on almost any kind of weather--

Ride Your Horse to Work Day.

Most of us aren't wearing polytitanium mesh for riding horses. (The closest I might come to wearing my FieldSheer suit is if my percheron horse Toby and I were going off to fight, say, a dragon. If I fell into a moat, I'd sink straight to the bottom.)

Well, at least not most of us.