Today Meg and I rode the HOW100 south of Nashville. Ride was uneventful until toward the end. As I pulled into the rest stop before you get onto Natchez Trace, I noticed rain off in the distance. This stop is called "Margaritaville" so one tends to loiter. But with the rain spotted, I headed out a little quicker. After I was out on the Trace a bit I realized that I was riding through ground water and that the temps had dropped. I thought great, missed the rain. I was so wrong. Shortly the heavens opened. First rain I had seen in over a month and where does it hit. I had to ride with my head down as I couldn't see. Lo and behold there was another rest stop at about the 5 mile to go mark (weird). I rode in and pulled under the little tent thinking the rain would pass. It didn't. There was me, my bike, another rider whose bike had already gone back to the start, and the 3 workers and a big table crammed under this tent. Finally the mechanic, in a big van, pulled up so I sagged in the last 5 miles. As we passed a few, who refused rides, I felt a little guilty. But after being so hot, I was freezing now. It was still pouring rain when we left. When I got home, it hadn't rained a drop here.