It was supposed to be the best Tuesday night yet… a little windy, with winds out of the south-southwest at 15-mph diminishing to 10-mph (24 to 14 km/h), but a nice 55° (I think that’s 12 C). There was a chance of showers, but not until well after dark – 9:45 pm. I would be well into dreamland by then.
I readied the Venge and rolled for our meeting place. Once in the parking lot, I pulled the Venge out of the back of my SUV and finished getting kitted up – helmet, choice of gloves, shoes, etc. I hopped on the Venge and spun off down the road. I was still a little under the weather, but operating efficiently under the weather, not “damn, even my hair hurts” under the weather. The warm-up was easy, with a pretty steady crosswind. The clouds built up, but I didn’t care. With only a 10% chance of rain till 8:30, I’d be fine. I did a full 5.3 mile warm-up.
Sitting in the parking lot ready to go, the wind picked up and the clouds thickened. Still no worries. We rolled at 6 pm on the nose.
A mile and a half with what was now a howling crosswind and we turned north with a blistering tailwind. The pace went from 18-ish-mph to almost 30, right now. Then the wind shifted to the southwest and picked up. Gusts were easily 30-mph (48-km/h). Then the rain started. At first it was just sprinkles, but it went from intermittent to nasty in a hurry. The temp dropped.
And I turned around and headed back.
Folks, I needed that like I needed a hit in the head. Maybe if I was 100% healthy I’d have gutted it out – it looked like the rain was going to be spotty at worst, but at 80% and the chance of teetering to full-on sick, no thanks. Better to get better and ride another day than mess with that. Every now and again I just have to take my toy and go home.