I woke up at 7 this morning to the sound of more rain pelting the windows. So, I rolled over and went back to sleep. An hour later the rain was slowing down, so I forced myself out of bed and downstairs to drink some coffee, watch some sub-par football and make sure Jake (the dog) didn’t shit the house.
As I ushered Jake off the porch I cursed the continued rain and chilly temps and conceded that I would most likely end up on the trainer today. Shit.
After a match and half of football, breakfast, about 200 ounces of coffee and multiple colon evacuations, I got caught up reading some stuff about the Giro online (maybe the greatest stage race of all time). Rain be damned, I was going for a ride!
I checked the radar (it looked like I would be OK), hurriedly got my gear together, kitted up and grabbed my cross bike. I would be road riding but my road bike is still on the trainer with a nasty ass, ever balding rear tire, so the Jake would have to do. I took off down the road and I just didn’t feel right on the bike. I pedaled to the edge of town and realized my saddle was a bit too low. Shit.
I hurried home, grabbed my multi-tool, made a quick fix and took off. OK, now things felt right. Woot! I made it about 3 mile out of town when I saw some extremely dark clouds. “Oh screw it, the radar looked good!” I thought and pedaled on at a brisk pace. I reached down for a swig of water and DOH! In my haste I forgot my water bottle. Shit.
How someone who has been riding bikes for over 20 years can still ride off, without a water bottle is beyond me. Oh wait, I forgot… I’M A FUCKING MORON.
I was only going to be out for a quick hour and twenty minutes or so, so I figured I would be OK. As I turned on to a long stretch of pavement I was greeted with increased winds and darkening clouds out of the west. Shit.
I pressed on, hoping that those dark clouds only contain some light rain. About a mile later the rain started, I pulled off and put my phone and camera in a water proof pouch (that would be a small Zip Loc bag) and zipped them away in my ever present jacket.
Soon the light rain turned to drizzle, then to a steady rain. Shit.
With the wind kicking up from eight to God-knows-what miles per hour, I did yet another U-turn and headed home putting an end to a cold, wet, 40 minute comedy of errors. I pulled in the driveway and by the time I washed the road grime (and 12 months of dirt roads) off my bike and put it away, the sun returned. Of course with it, it brought steady 20+ mile per hour winds. Shit.
Later.