Note, at no point in the Title did the word “never” appear. There’s a reason…
I checked the weather channel before we rode, we were looking at a 0% chance of precipitation. Seriously, none. Of course, this is Michigan and our weather has been too good for too long… and it’s October.
We rolled out at 5pm sharp, our friend Ukulele Dave joining Chuck and I. The sunny sky was in the process of being taken over by clouds. They weren’t the “Oh crap, we better head home” clouds though – besides, 0%. We rolled on.
Chuck had asked for a slow day and we obliged, keeping it between 18 & 20 mph. Then Chuck took a turn up front and took it up to 22. I laughed and told him I’d been sucking wheel like a champ and I was more than happy to continue, but why so fast?
I took it back down to “reasonable”.
Three miles later and we had our tailwind. Finally.
That’s also when I felt the first few drops of precipitation. It had started sprinkling, though lightly, so I didn’t think much of it. After all, 0%. Two miles later, an four miles left, and that 0% chance of rain became 100% we were getting wet. Light drizzle turned into plain old rain – and with it, our pace went from reasonable to “let’s get the hell out of here”.
We rolled into the driveway with 17.6 miles, and I kid you not, in 55:55.
Fortunately, 22 -24 mph was fast enough to outrun most of the rain. You can see the first of the larger drops were just starting to hit the driveway.
I took that photo and took my bike in the house.
That was the first time in a long time that I didn’t see the rain coming – the Weather Channel notwithstanding. This was only the second day this season I couldn’t see the rain coming and outrun it. Four times this year, I beat the rain by minutes.
Whatever, that’s why I have a rain bike in the first place, and thankfully I was riding it yesterday.