Beating the system.
 

Yesterday I became aware that it was going to rain today so I planned on a day off from cycling. I did some shopping this morning and noticed it was not raining yet, so I checked the weather report and discovered that it was not going to rain as soon as originally reported. I decided to take a rolling day off. I would ride my usual 50-mile distance at touring pace. I have done this before and burned more calories than a regular ride probably because I am out there longer.

I started slowly and stayed slow; it was an incredibly enjoyable experience. I never got anywhere near oxygen debt in my lungs or lactic acid in my legs. I used granny gears on the hills and just spun like I was riding on clouds. I knew rain was coming but I never felt pressure to ride faster and just grooved on the ride. I could hear the tires humming on the road and the chain and gears were like music. The air was not pushing against me, it was caressing me. It felt like gravity had taken a vacation.

At about the 45-mile point a misty spray alerted me to impending rain. I was tempted to hit the throttle, but it was so glorious that I just kept the same pace. I told myself that I have been wet before and was prepared to be wet again. The gods were with me, and I got to my house dry.

I went up the three stairs and stood on my porch seconds before a downpour dumped buckets of rain on my walk. The splendor of the incident was so remarkable that I stood there on the porch and just watched the storm. With one hand on my dry bike and the other on the porch railing I thanked the gods for allowing me to beat the system once again.

Is it just me, or does this read like the cycling equivalent to Penthouse letters?

Yep, out smarted Mother Nature once again! Be alert, She may not be one to lose gracefully.;)

Nah, he stopped short of mentioning how he gently caressed the downtube or spanked the saddle in ecstasy.

Be happy his mood has changed since a couple of days ago, SMH.:twitchy:

A friend of mine once rode the last five miles to his house as a storm front was dumping rain a quarter-mile behind him, moving in the same direction and at the same speed. I usually find myself riding into storm fronts.

Well, it is Bikeforums.

Is that a generational question? Has anybody under 50 actually read one of those?

Good point. Maybe today it would be the pron subred**t.

Yep, 46 here. Mind you, it was my old man's Penthouse stash

This happened to me today......only while I was doing my weekly yard work :D

At 74, I am a Playboy man. Old Hugh spent much of his life in a bathrobe. He lived to be 91, long enough to get Viagra. The old guy probably cranked right to the end.

Tmi

This is the content I come here for. :love:

Yeah, but he'd have a few Playmates in bed, and still need porn. Having remade himself into his aspirations, his was a hollow victory.

I would think anyone reaching adolescence before Y2K or so would have a good chance of understanding the reference, no? I mean, I'm 44 and I'd read some when stumbling along a stash of mags in my teenage/pre-internet years. I couldn't remember the proper name for the section, but I knew that I could count on an old guy like datlas to come through. :p

Dear Forum, I never thought it'd happen to me...

glad it had a happy ending.

cycling gods were with you!

gm

Seems like I got the age cutoff wrong. What do I know?

READ ??? :foo:

I was 10 or 11 when I found the March 1985 Penthouse magazine in a ditch while riding my bike. Simultaneously, I became both more and less interested in cycling.

I was a co-ed at a large, midwestern college. One afternoon I was in my dorm’s laundry room when in walked…

... my step-sister, carrying a load of laundry. "What are you doing here, step-brother?!" she exclaimed.

:foo: