I’ve really enjoy the winter we have had this year; mild, moderate temperatures and very little rain. However, this past weekend, I got a taste of riding in the rain again, something I hadn’t enjoyed in quite some time. It was the Saturday ride, and I was the lone wolf sitting in the parking lot waiting for any rider to share the ride. Two riders did show up and we got a later start than usual, and headed out for our ride. My plan was to ride over three hours, so the first hour, I took it easy and settled in to pace with my two compadres. Luckily, it only rained sporadically on us as we headed out. After an hour of riding before we headed into Robstown, I parted ways with my two friends and then began to ride a little harder. The weather was cool and then the rain began. It was refreshing and only lasted for short, sporadic bursts.
The rain was cool and refreshing. I was proud of myself that I dressed for the rain this morning and stayed dry for the most part. My feet, even with my waterproof shoe covers, still managed to get wet. With most of the ride already done, I didn’t really care at that point. My bibs were wet and I resolved the fact that I was not going to get any dryer today. It’s been a long time since I rode like this in the rain.
The road home was usual, no variations in this theme. I’ve ridden this path now many times, and this time the wind didn’t play its strong hand. I was able to pull off a pretty good speed with good power on the way home. There is nothing quite liking riding alone, pulling your own pace with you against the wind and the elements. I managed to average a little over twenty miles per hour in my last hour of the ride. It was exhilarating.