Today was the local tour - our club had put it on in the past; this year it was run by the Y, with some help from the club, so we got to ride. The weather forecast was looking iffy all week, but it was dry in the morning, and my buddies teased me into committing to the 100. I needed to do 100 anyhow, hadn't done one yet this year.

Naturally it started raining just five or six miles beyond the split where the 100 mile route diverged from the metric. I thought about turning back, but decided that pressing on was better than not being able to live it down.

My cadence sensor held out for a good 15 miles in rain that varied from light to heavy, then it drowned. Again. I don't know why Garmin can't make a waterproof cadence sensor - this has been an known issue with these ever since they first came out. They're good about sending replacements, but it's a PITA going without it.

Turned out the route was only 97.7 miles. I thought about taking an alternate route to get myself the extra distance... for about two seconds. If the weather had been nice I probably would've. As it was, no thanks. I got to the finish looking like a drowned rat. The sun came out (briefly) just as I arrived.

Then I came home to find that the storm had brought a tree down across my lane (also we got very little rain here, which we desperately need). Luckily the tree missed the power lines - I don't know how. Also luckily, it isn't too terribly far from the house. So I left the car down there and lugged my bike and all my stuff back up to the house in three trips.

Unluckily, the batteries for the electric chainsaw weren't charged. I'm way too sleep-deprived, groggy and tired for it to be a good idea for me to try to figure out how to use the gas chainsaw, which I've never used. The rain's stopped for now, but it's dark and overcast even this early in the evening, it looks like we might get another round of rain.

I'm about *this* close to bagging it for the night, cracking a beer, and worrying about chainsaws in the morning.