We'd planned to do the usual ride "weather permitting, call if questions." I looked out the window this morning and the roads were a little damp from last night's rain, no big deal. I checked the radar and the forecast, all looked clear. Got dressed, aired my tires, filled my water bottles, and set out. Before I got to the end of the block it was spitting rain, and the sky didn't look promising. I called the ride leader. "Nothing on the radar," says he. "Looks just like that one day I drove all the way up to the Saturday ride and we all got completely drenched," says I. "Well, why don't you drive to the meeting point and we'll play it by ear?" "I don't have a car this week." Well, I won't melt.
Naturally I hadn't gone a mile before it started raining in earnest, and I was soaked by the time I got to the meeting point. The ride leader pulled up just after me, another rider showed up in his truck. We discussed the situation, put all three bikes in the truck and went around the corner for breakfast. By the time we were done, the rain had let up. My bike was already dirty and gritty, so I didn't much care about the wet roads. We unpacked the bikes from Dave's truck, which is when he realized he'd forgotten his shoes.
Plan B: instead of doing the usual loop, Dave would drive to his house and get his shoes, Harris and I would ride over and meet him there and do the out-and-back on the beach road. So we do that, we take a little break where the road ends, and Dave mentions that Harris's rear wheel is out of true. Harris starts checking spokes, and one of them comes off in his hand, the hub-side nipple is missing or broken off.
Luckily it's an overbuilt wheel that he thinks will probably make the 13 miles back to Dave's house. Not so luckily, he doesn't feel completely confident in it, and he doesn't want to take anyone else out if another spoke breaks and he goes down - so he brings up the rear while Dave and I trade pulls into the 20 mph headwind 
We all made it back with no more incidents, I washed the grit off my bike, then later on I hopped on the commuter bike to get a jug of water from the coin-op reverse osmosis machine. DH doesn't like me doing that, he says 3 gallons of water is too much to carry on a bicycle in a backpack that wasn't built for it. Well, tough, he's got the car and I needed water, and it's only a little over a mile to the store.
34.5 on the road bike, 5.8 on the commuter with another errand.
Melalvai, sending healing thoughts to your niece, but wishing for a picture of that Rug Doctor!
Speed comes from what you put behind you. - Judi Ketteler