I got up at 6am Sunday planning to ride. At breakfast I spoke with one team mate who was going to ride, and several who decided not to. We were all looking at the line of storms headed our way. I realized I was going to be on the course for a long time with few of my team mates, probably on wet roads with high winds. That just didn't sound like fun, plus I still hurt from the day before (and from a wreck a month before).

So I bought a bus ticket. Around 8 I was regretting my decision. By 9 the 50 mph gusts were knocking trees around and all of my regrets evaporated.