Okay, yesterday evening sucked.

The sun now hits the horizon just about when I'm getting on the bike, which is nice when the sky is clear, but when it's raining, that means it's dark within minutes. The roads are deteriorating fast these days, and the potholes are sprouting up everywhere, faster than I can keep track of them. And in the rain, they're completely invisible. So I hit more than one pothole, veered suddenly around several, and rode through puddles up to six inches deep. A lot of the way I was riding in inch deep water, my fat tires making a wake like a powerboat, soaking my feet thoroughly. And it was cold.

When I got home, all my clothes went into the washer, I dried off, and put on my pajamas.

Then my wife called. She was about 4 miles away, driving in traffic, had hit a pothole and got a flat. I know how that goes! I got back on the bike to go change the wheel for her. It's dark... it's raining... I jack up the car, remove the wheel, lower the spare tire from under the rear (not easy, directions in the owner's manual not applicable to this model, hands cold and wet...). Mount the spare... try to mount the spare... what's wrong with this picture... okay, no, the damned spare tire definitely does not fit the hub! She's had the car almost four years and we hadn't figured that out yet, so I guess that's a decent run of good luck, but how does a car dealer let a car out with a non-fitting spare tire? I rode home, still in the rain, while she waited for a tow truck. Again, all my clothes went into the washer when I got home.

So, like I said, yesterday sucked.