It wasn’t that surprising when Kevin and I showed up for this morning’s ride, finding nobody else there. It was (lightly) raining, it was (quite definitely) cold. We headed out, pretty easy pace, up the hill. I was hoping the temperature would go up a bit; instead it went slowly down as we climbed. We were quite surprised to see a guy heading down the hill, helmetless, in the rain.
About that cold. Rain isn’t so bad. Cold isn’t so bad. But rain & cold together can be nasty, and 35.8 degrees is definitely cold enough to be nasty! Thankfully it warmed up to a toasty 40 by the time we got to the bottom of 84, and once on Canada Road, just a couple miles to go, blue sky started showing up. By mid-day, the roads had dried up completely, and with that, whatever extra-credit we’d normally have received for riding in the rain & cold became null & void. Hate that. It’s so much more satisfying when it storms through the whole day, and people ask “Did you really ride today?”