The rain. There was a 20% chance... well, 20=100 if you get wet.
I should've known when I felt drops 1/2 mile into my ride yesterday but they stopped soon enough and I figured I was good. I felt the drops again as I dropped down to Linda Mar Beach, my usual Saturday afternoon destination. You know, rain drops hurt when they hit your face at 30mph.
Anyway, they stopped again as I sat on the seawall and ate my Fig Newtons. Looking out at the cloud schrouded horizon I could see the grey fuzz - rain! And it had to be heading my way. I made it up my first short climb and on the downhill side it caught up with me. I hadn't expected it so fast.
As I've mentioned here before, I don't really have rainwear... well, I guess it was rainwear now.
But it wasn't coming down that heavily and, you know, once you're wet nd you know your just stuck with it fior the duration, it's not all that bad. I just focused on my pace, kept my head down and watched the drops fall off my face and helmet. It was almost Zen-like, really. I need to get some rain pants and shoe covers.
Meanwhile, what a difference a day and a week make.
Here are some sunset shots from various points of town and a look down from the northern most part of town to the southern most. I ride the length of this shot every Saturday. It was heading back north that the rain got me. Of course, it stopped as soon as I got back home. BTW, I love my cleats.