This weekend was about the worst we’ve had for rain in quite a while. The threat started early Friday morning and only cleared up for a little bit each day. Friday we woke up to rain but it had stopped by 8am so we got our ride in around lunch time. Yesterday, same story – only yesterday there was a chance for much of the day so I brought out the rain bike. Then, today, no rain in the morning but the skies were not looking happy. Even so, the radar said we should be okay, but I rode the rain bike again just to be sure.

In the end, I rode three days when I very easily could have justified skipping two of those rides. For me, even if I’d been caught in the rain, those are the days I find most rewarding… When most normal people would call it too nasty (or too much of a chance of nasty) and I get my ride in anyway.

83 glorious miles later, and I enjoyed every one of them.