RiDeRs Of ThE StOrM

Early was my rise to head out to the office to work the check in counter.

I actually like the check in counter. I stand there, check in work orders and cut jokes all morning. I love making people laugh, I get a real kick out of it.

After that, I rolled over to the store and Purchased LiLRNakedIndian a birthday suit. A nice outfit that he could wear to make this day extra special. After which I headed home to continue with my household duties and tying up some loose ends.

After I did a Myriad of things, I got a little comfy on the couch watching the Mavericks surf contest and took a 20 minute power nap.

Woke up and loaded up the bike, but the day had passed me by so my plans to explore that legal route where thrown out the window. So I opted to do the Dirty hilly Training ride but counter clockwise. As always when I left the house I was just saying to myself how I was gonna take it easy and just cruise the route. And Before I know it I was checking my watch and predicting splits.

There is a house on Old Train Road. One time I rode by there and the yard was completely flooded the house was this close to getting swallowed by water. This time I rode by it and it appears the darn thing has burned down. I thought about that for a fleeting moment how crappy it would be for all your crap to be consumed by flames. Wondered what caused if, even wondered if they did it on purpose to collect the insurance money. Created this mini drama in my mind that they had somehow got behind in the payments and did it to try and regain their footing.

The road was rolling well and eventually I could hear the rumblings of a thunderstorm. I decided that I would try and make Cassadega in 30 minutes or less. Once I emerged from the dirt roads I had hit the pavement and I had 9 minutes and about 3 miles left. So I tucked all the way in to my Moustache bars got as Aero as I could and started turning over the pedals at a steady cadence. Before I got to the first turn, the water started coming down. I stopped, put away my music phone, in a bag and into my Osprey pack. Then rode some more, and had to stop and pull out my jacket. It was storming so hard, that the rain was hurting my skin. Damn, I got about 1 mile away from my destination and the rain stopped completely. I got into Cassadega, stopped at the hotel, wiped down my glasses and strapped my jacket to the outside of my pack and kept rolling again with the music back on.

The rest of the ride went well and despite my promise of an easy pace, I still finished close to the same time I did the last time I did the ride.

Good ride, good fun. But I have a streak going, every ride I have done so far it has stormed at one point or another.... How fun... I love getting caught in the rain, what can I say, Im a glutton for punishment.

Laters,

The NaKeD InDiaN