Rain Ride

Had one of those epic rain rides yesterday.

Thankfully a couple teenagers dragged me out on the ride. It was wet, cold, plain old miserable out. Left to my own devices I would have lounged around the house and not done much of anything. Fortunately my teenage friends, Jim and Matt are coached cyclists and needed to get in their four hour ride. I leeched some of their motivation.

We rode across the Dumbarton Bridge, to get to the Early Bird races in Fremont. The plan was to do the mentoring program and then ride back, only Matt had a double flat on the way over, and I wound up getting a slow leak that finally flatted in the middle of the session. We mooched a tube, since we had used all the spares we had on us. Wouldn't you know it Matt had another flat on the way back over the bridge. That made three for Matt, and four total. Unbelievable, I usually go months without a single flat. So we mooched a couple more tubes off of a friend that lives along the way (thanks Gerson) and limped the rest of the way.

I was still spitting grit out of my mouth hours after I was home and showered. But it was worth it!