My wife and I rode with our friends, Mike and Diane yesterday morning. We were due for a rainout that was supposed to start at noon, according to the weather reports. We only had eyes on 40 miles so that was a fair bit of time more than we’d need.
Let’s shorten the story.
At 15.77 miles into our ride, it started to sleet – and not just a little bit. Our faces were getting pelted and it was nasty. We decided to cut it short and head back, just in case. That proved to be a wise choice. The clouds spit at us, sporadically, all the way home. Nothing crazy, nothing ugly, just a bit of sleet here and a sprinkle there. The pavement was dry almost all the way home.
Two miles out and I thought we were going to make it. Half a mile later we were wet. The sleet turned to straight rain and picked up in intensity till the road was soaked. Worse, I’d taken the Venge because I hadn’t ridden it since Tuesday. Hey, the weather report said noon, not Ten!
We pulled into the driveway, not quite soaked but far from dry, with exactly 30 miles and a couple of wet bikes. We wheeled the bikes into the house, logged our miles, wiped the bikes down and hit the shower. Afterward, just for good measure, I degreased the chains and lubed them up for tomorrow. No sense in leaving the chains all nasty.
I’ve got a post that’ll publish later this afternoon, a review of my new knee, leg and arm warmer set that I got to test on this ride, the first day cold enough to need them since they were delivered.