My ride not to be
Outside my window the early afternoon looked really inviting. The sun was shining and the temperature had climbed into the upper 50° range. Cool but by no means uncomfortable.
I had a few important things left to do at the office, so I really put the focus to it. I wanted to try to get out before the temperatures started dropping and/or it started to get dark.
Maybe I should have put all that office stuff aside to do after my ride. By the time I'd finished around 3pm, clouds had moved in and the weather man's prediction of rapidly falling temperatures was coming true. I headed out anyway. A little cold is no reason to stay inside.
As soon as my tires hit pavement I started hearing the unmistakable tapping sound rain makes on a cycling helmet. A few seconds later I had confirmation, right there on my sunglasses. I thought I could tough it out. I figured the rain would stop if I stopped.
That was probably true by some perverse logic, because I didn't stop and neither did the rain.
My little standoff only lasted about 15 minutes. Once I got wet the 45° temeratures started feeling more like single digit temperatures. I pulled the plug.
At least I can say the new bike got a right honest baptism.
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Amen.
I found myself in a similar situation once...upon stepping back into the house my lovely wife greeted me to see what was the matter. I responded that it was raining, and without pause my wife shot back, "Lance would be riding right now...get out there". I was long ago taught to obey my wife...so I did.
These days, things are a bit different. I am no longer a "tough guy", and I certainly do not concern myself with Lance or any other pro...and my wife will rarely urge me to not help her with the kids....especially on a rainy day.
Come-on over, we will figure out a way to ride...the weather here looks promising.
Rain
On a group ride this summer/fall it was cloudy as we gathered.
But no rain.
Some folks expressed doubts about the wisdom of going out in such threatening weather.
But no rain.
It even smelled like rain.
But no rain.
So we decided to mount up and take off.
No rain, yet.
We turned out of the parking lot onto to the main road.
It started to rain.
All day, all wet, cold and soaking and heavier of course.
Perfect timing
In that case you might say you timed your ride perfectly. :)
On the bright side, group rides like that make some of the life's best shared memories, don't they?
Mark Ewers
I may not be fast, but I'm 2 old 2 go slow
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