Which, of course, is why I got it wrong.
Saturday morning's fog was some of the thickest I'd seen in a long time, but the forecast said it would clear and get up to about 62 degrees with rain showers late in the day. Sure enough, by 11:00 it was clear, the sun was coming out, and the temp was going up. Figuring it would get better before the showers moved in, I decided to go shopping in Asheboro for Christmas dinner groceries and ride when we got back. Leaving Asheboro to come home, about two hours later, the temp was 67 degrees, and the sun was still peeking through the clouds, by the time we got home it was just starting to rain and the temp was dropping. Perfect.
I went anyway. The temperature dropped to about 58 and stayed there, not much wind, and, once soaked, you can't get any wetter. I was surprised how comfortable I was. I rode 33 miles and pushed a little harder up the hills. It helped my average speed come up a little, to 17.2, so maybe there is some hope.
Any remaining "cleanness" left on my bike after Wednesday's wet ride got washed off, it is filthy, and the shifting was getting a little inconsistent, probably from wet grit getting on the cables.
It is raining now, but it's supposed to clear mid morning and be around 51. Maybe I'll get a dry ride in, although my shoes will still be wet. Maybe oil a few things on the bike before I go, too.
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3 comments:
I read a couple of your entries and I think I'm envious of your weather. I like to ride but I also like winter.
Number 3 son, who is my touring partner, lives a few houses up the street and we do lots of night walks on the MUP in the winter, stargazing.
But I do kind of wish that I could step into a transporter, end up in a warmer place (like NC), for a few hours of riding, and get back in time for the night walks.
The weather here is nice enough so bikes can be ridden year round, but, being a N.E. transplant, I miss walking in snowstorms, once in a while. I don't miss shoveling, though, or putting my bikes away for 4 months every year.
Christmas without snow still seems odd.
I hate it when that happens!! And I know all too well the mindset that results in, "I went anyway"
:)
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