I loved it. I was nervous being on the wet pavement, but man, it was fun. First, I need to clarify that this was San Diego's version of "rain," which anywhere else is called "drizzle."
I actually did 25 miles pretty easily, and I would have done 30, but I got a flat a quarter-mile into the last lap and it was on my back tire, and I wasn't sure how to fix that one, so I had to walk it out and come on home. D*H is going to show me how to fix it this morning. The chain comes off. Go figure.
Anyway, the ride was a blast. There was hardly anyone at the lake. It was so quiet and really quite beautiful. The wildlife was very active, probably because of the lack of people. I saw a half-dozen different kinds of birds, including a small flock of ducks flying over my head and then landing in the lake - that was pretty cool - and four or five ground squirrel critters. I wish I'd had my camera.
The lake was all misty and I stopped at one point to blow my nose - the rim of my helmet wasn't the only thing dripping like crazy yesterday - and I realized that I'd never been there when it was so quiet.
D*H loaned me his full gloves, and I had my TE arm warmers, and a longsleeved t-shirt, and my rain jacket, but I don't have tights, so I just wore my shorts. I was afraid my legs might be cold, but I think it actually helped. Normally I'm working to finish the last five-mile loop, working hard to get up the smallest inclines, but yesterday, vroom.
I couldn't believe I did 25 miles with almost no pain. I feel good today, too.
I can hardly wait to get back out there today, as soon as I can get D*H into the kitchen to fix my back wheel. I really need to develop this particular skill set.
Woohooo!
Roxy



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I've ridden in thunderstorms before, all that water pouring down, and its great. except the part where you need to remove tyres and tubes to get water out after. 
