Well the problems with this morning's commute began a day or so ago on Alpe d'Huez. SBS in Australia showed the last three hours of the stage live which didn't finish until 1.30am. The four and a half hour planned sleep got trashed by sunshine of my life (18 month old daughter) waking at 4.00am. That was Monday morning.
Last night the wind blew big time and woke sunshine once more about 4.00am requiring warm milk and much parental loving. Finally got her back to sleep, rolled over for a little snooze time and... running 50 minutes late. Run round like a headless chook, set the video for TdF highlights and commuting buddy arrives. Whew just made it. Walk gingerly down the front stairs as wind was accompanied by several large buckets of rain overnight. Get to the bike and....flat $#%@% tire.
First commandment of wet weather commuting thou shalt not use thy front brake.
Second commandment. Leave before 7.45am or face the wrath of the school buses.
Wet and late we head off to face the onslaught of peak hour. Apart from the increase in the numbers of people with maniacal tendencies, riding in the rain this morning was pretty nice.