Yesterday's ride was interesting, since I was unprepared. I guess I'm not a good Boy Scout. Beautiful, warm temps in the a.m., but the misty air turned drizzly enough to get me wet down to my shoes. I never mind getting soaked, in fact that morning it was just what I needed, a perfect cooling.

But as I said, I was unprepared. I didn't have a change of shoes. I stuffed towels into them and wrapped my wet socks in a towel, too. As the day wore on, they dried bit by bit, but occasionally I had to leave my desk wearing my other drier socks without any shoes, and when I had to go further away from my desk, I had to put the wet socks and shoes back on.

Yuck.

Well, they were dry by the end of the work day. When I showed up at a local bike shop to bum some air on the way home, I was wearing my dirtier, now dry, socks (why in creation did I do that? :confused: I guess I was trying to spare my clean socks in case it rained again, but when I got to work this morning, I had left them here, Boy Scout that I am) I guess I looked genuine with all my road grime painted on.

Yuck.

But I enjoyed every minute of my day, strangely enough.