Reminded me of a tough day touring -- a couple excerpts:

"A bad day fishing is better that a good day at the office. Well, this isn’t fishing, and by the end of the day I was ready to dial into a telecon.
..."I’d love to know why the road was routed this way. Up to a crest for a coal mine, I can understand. Down, then up again, then down again, then up again – 800′ drops and climbs, when we were paralleling the Kentucky River and Buckhorn Lake – I just don’t understand. To make things worse, the sun came out on each climb, heating us up and making the humidity even worse. And no wind to cool yourself off.

"But the icing on the cake was the rain on each and every descent. Rain is OK in my book while climbing, but going downhill at 20 mph plus, it covers your glasses, hits your body hard, and makes road traction uncertain. I couldn’t see, didn’t have anything to dry my glasses with, and when I got them reasonably clear, a coal truck would come by. They must have dust dispensers on their wheels to make sure that even after a 15-20 mile round trip from the coal mine, they can get grit on your glasses, your body, and your bike. To top it off, if there were any views from the ridge top, they were obscured by clouds and mist."
Okay, so a couple bad days every month on average -- I'd still rather be on the bike. In general.