I woke up this morning to another wet day. Although the rain had stopped, it was still gray, ominous and windy out. Last night, there were tornado warnings, which are extremely rare here. So, I decided this was the perfect day to clean my bike.
I got out the sponge, soapy water, rags, and went to work. I clean and lubed everything, and hit the rims with denatured alcohol so they sparkled. I even cleaned all the spokes. She looked like new. You could eat off her, she was so clean.
Then I looked outside, and it was sunny (you gotta love New England weather!). It was about 10am, and my friend and I usually meet at 10, and although I told her yesterday I probably wouldn't be riding, I knew she would be (she's not a weather weenie like I am). I hurried to dress, and headed out.
Sure enough, I found her and her husband out on our regular route, stopped taking pics of some spectacular waves. The ocean was blasting the rocks in such a grand display people were stopping their cars to get out and watch. These were the kind of waves that sweep small children out to sea, not the kind of thing you want to take lightly. We did see a Coast Guard helicopter over head, hopefully not being needed by anyone who got too close.
Then, about a mile down the road from where I found my friends, the road was washed out, covered with rocks and seaweed. The ocean must have decided it would be fun to see the other side of the street. We had to get off our bikes and carry them over the mess. Seaweed is SLIPPERY! I felt like I was walking on ice, but we all made it across without incident.
Now, I'm about to give my bike another bath. She's as dirty as I've ever seen her. The bath this morning was all for naught. There's salt and sand everywhere. 2 steps forward...



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