Not My Day
It must be yours.
It should have been great...
8:20am...the sun cracked through the clouds...no wind...a 50 mile ride planned.
Within a few miles the sun went away...the wind picked up.
At mile 23 the clouds let loose first a spitty rain, then full-on showers. A road that I've ridden on before recently had been tarred and gravelled. That's the way they pave country roads around here--they put down tar and then gravel on top. It all gets mashed down together after a while and seems like real pavement. Usually it's peas-sized pieces, but sometimes it's big hunks of gravel. Today it was pretty powdery. I could have gone another way but since the next crossroad was pretty much the same distance as the last one I decided to press on. Bad decision. A few miles after that, still in the rain, I notice my front tire is flat. Before that I noticed that the wheels felt slippery, more than they usually do in the rain. So I stopped and tried to call Lauran for some sag. It never connected. (What did I expect in the middle of nowhere?) So I grumbled and got my spare tube out of the seat bag. In a few minutes it was fixed (cuz I'm really good at that), but I was annoyed. I rode home the rest of the way grumpy until almost the end, when I realized that, physically, the ride had been great. Yes, all sorts of external things went wrong, but it didn't hurt ever and I was even able to do quite a bit of it in the big ring. So, it was...OK, in the end.

But then later Gabe came back from playing at a friend's house and reported on his friend's farts.