I exited my house this morning with high hopes.
Hope that the grey sky was just that, grey.
Hope that the wind howling at my window would subside once I got into the valley.
Hope that I had dressed right for the occasion and that my vacation hadn't killed the brain cell responsible for dressing me in the morning.
Hope can be such a silly belief that everything is going to be alright. And why was hope the only good thing trapped in Pandora's box with all the evil in the world? Is it because Hope is just as dangerous?
The rain let loose from the grey sky 3 blocks from my house.
The wind stayed as constant and pushed the rain into my face.
My brain cell didn't stand a chance this past week and I was adding layers 4 blocks from my house.
Despite this I continued to turn my pedals and maintained a silly satisfaction from riding my bike...until...2 miles from work, my Sidi moisture defense barrier was finally breached. It doesn't matter how far you ride...the minute your feet are drowning so is your motivation.
I just hope they dry out by the time I ride home.
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I feel your pain, man...
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Hope your shoes dried out for the ride home.
Yikes! With that much water you should be riding Lakes.
Both shoes and socks were wet for the ride home. To add insult to injury...the head wind was stronger and it rained more on the ride home.
I love spring in the NorthWest.
I has just thinking of the more than likely ill fated shoe dryer this morning. It's about 90 blocks from the place I'm staying to the office. It's no Seattle to Kent, but even a little rain and some water on the road will give your shoes a solid piece of H2O to deal with. The H being hate, of course. Missing the rare rides in and the usual rides home there Sally.
It was a longer 'ride of misery' than usual last nite Diablo. You were missed.
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