There was an invitation for coffee. I accepted. The dawning of the day began with showers, the sort of rain-storm my dad called a Sou’west’r, the sort of storm for which you stay inside by the fire or the wood-burning-stove or the couch and a book. I called the invitee and said I was truly sorry but it was too wet for me to venture out to bike. [Walk? not an option, I prefer any distance more than 20 feet to be covered by bike.] When next we met, I was told: “You’d best get yourself some sort of rain garment, you can not determine your social life by the weather.” I listened. Now I have a head-to-knee rain cape. Black hood, reflective tape seams and slits for the arms to hold onto the bike handles. Have already put it to good use! Invite me now!