Rode home in the pouring rain. Pretty happy that I decided to leave the carbon on the shelf. Shitty weather is usually reserved for steel. It’s heavy, sticks to the ground and if I do wreck, I can bang out the dent with Park Tools item #1; “a rock” (not to be confused with Pedro’s item #2 “a rock”) just like an early hominid. I always figured that days like these in accord with training, eating smart and injecting EPO make for stellar seasons.
Sadly I forgot to add the fender this evening and wound up riding on what essentially was a water jet toilet. Wasn’t the best feeling at first, though I did feel fresher upon reaching my destination. Only if my chamois were scented. I had my first Summer Eve experience; alone.