. . . but, it seemed safe enough to me, so, I decided to go ahead and ride.
Two miles into the ride, it started to sprinkle.
Three miles in, and it was raining hard, but straight down, and there was no thunder or lightning.
So, I kept riding.
. . . in loops so I didn't get too far afield in the event that severe storms might develop.
. . . but they never materialized.
. . . and, so I kept riding.
It was amazingly serene. The weather here has been hot - 92 F today.
The rain was refreshingly cool, and watching my water slick front tire go round and round proved very soothing.
On one busy two-laner that has 12-foot shoulders, I watched in my "third eye" as a car's headlights approached from the rear. As it passed, I was amazed to see that it wasn't a car at all, but, two semi trucks (Walmart trucks, actually). BrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrKswhooomsh BrrrrrrrrrrrrrKswhooomsh as they plowed by. I was, at once, surprised, humbled, thankful, relieved, awestruck.
At one point during my ride, I was confronted with a choice to take the gravel MUP along the river (flat, longer route) or proceed uphill (a long, steep climb, but a much shorter route). I took the short climb, reached the top, and decided to take yet another loop outbound - the evening was just so nice I didn't want it to end.
Had a policeman pass me on the climb in his official SUV.
As I rounded the bend towards the top of the hill, I saw him sitting parked in a private drive.
He spotted me as soon as I spotted him, and then, he pulled out and sped away.
Had he been waiting to see if I was successful in my climb??
Anyhow, a short, but enjoyable 35 miles later, I'm back home, savoring a wonderful riding experience. I've rinsed my cycling duds and they are spinning in the washer now.
I'll spin the shoes and shoe liners next.
For me, this evening's ride was most memorable. If you ever have the chance to take a ride in a gentle rain, don't pass it up.