So, the forecast made it seem I wouldn't even get a ride this am. Woke up late, 04:30, and looked outside--streets were dry. I checked the weather and I thought I might fit in a 42 miler. I get ready and set off. My route is like a figure 8 where my house is at the intersection where the lines of the 8 cross--the whole figure 8 is about 21 miles. At about the 20 mile mark the sky is beginning to lighten and I see some ominous clouds. Since I'm close to home, I make a quick stop to check the weather and it seems I might be able to fit in another 10--woohoo. I go back out and straddle the bike but looking up I see the clouds moving kind of fast and getting darker. I dismount and decide not to chance it. Just as I unlock the door to my garage and begin to enter, it lets loose--I mean pours. Nice break--a ride I didn't even think I'd get today and I didn't get caught in a deluge.