Forecast is for rain at some point today, so I was riding between the horns.
Not cold enough for a jacket so I wore my favorite Castelli winter jersey with a wicking T-shirt underneath; brought my medium weight gloves, and mounted my MP3 speaker. Eddy was nice and clean and lubed up after my Saturday maintenance. Everything I wrote in this paragraph will turn against me before Junction.
So I was riding great; fast and smooth and strong. One guy passed me near Son of Chainbuster, but it was pretty quiet up there. Then after Chainbuster it started to hail - tiny little stones about the size of half a grain of rice. I picked up my pace but got pretty wet by the time I got to Junction. That's when I pulled the dog poop bag out of my bike wallet and put my phone and wallet inside that water-proof plastic protector.
Headed down pretty quick but I got rained on most all the way home. I made sure to show my toothy grin the whole time so people in their cars would know I was enjoying it. By the time I got home, my favorite jersey was soaked through to my wicking T-shirt, my shoes were full of water, my MP3 speaker was sputtering, and my gloves had lost all insulating value. Also - my bike needs a good cleaning again now. Being a tough old dude is not for sissies.
|Diablo Shoutout to expat Adam - who judging from his shorts, was expecting warmer weather.|
|I got this.|
|Just baby hail. Mérite pas des points HardMan.|
|LOOK! You can see the hail falling.|
|"Why yes, I am enjoying riding my bike in this cold wet weather, thank you."|