Wednesday, 11 July 2012


The radar looked okish, but I threw my rain shell in my back pocket, as a kind of ward against any possibility of precipitation. You know what it's like, the time you remember to take something is the time you don't need it. Well I was sure that would be the case, and in my mind I imagined a few dozen pats on my back by people thankful I'd spared them any rain.

Well it was wet. Damn wet! Real wet! Wettest things was my shorts. I could cook things in them.

I wanted to go long around two bays, but the constant spray of road grime in my face as we rolled down the highway was quickly eroding my resolve. By the time we hit Mordi I'd decided to loop back to a (2nd) hot shower and dry clothes, not even the fact that Mordi was dry (a rarity) could convince me to extend the water boarding.

In a nod to still being sick I sat in, a better man would draw graphs about the fear of fitness drop off to explain why I'm still riding instead of sleeping past 5:10am each morning... but I'm not that man. That man is in an Eddie Vedder song, which frankly not even once mentions him spending time riding in the rain. He may be better, but he's soft!

Strava link.

D: 43.9km
A: 46m*

PMPW: 92kg

* I just write what it tells me, but that's obviously incorrect.

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