I was convinced to think positively, I dressed for the ride, we rode through a little rain on the ride over to the bike shop, and when we arrived all things looked as if they would proceed as planned. And then a little rain started to fall, and then the ride leader cancelled the ride.
Knowing the downhills that accompany the ride and a bike’s inability to brake well when wet I told my coworker that I didn’t feel comfortable going out on our own. So we rode back to the office.
It was during the return ride that the skies opened widely, drenching us to no end. A scary moment occurred no less than a quarter-mile from my destination when a car started to turn left in front of me. Even though I wasn’t going that fast I had no braking ability and started screaming “NO!” at the top of my lungs. Fortunately something worked and the drive stopped her turn in time for me to safely get through the intersection for which I had the right-of-way.
Of course driving home while wet, and in much traffic on 285, was no fun. It became additionally frustrating when I as soon as I hit Stone Mountain Freeway all signs of rain disappeared. The roads were bone-dry from that point all the way to East Atlanta.
Will I Be Spelling “T-R-I-V-I-A” Tonight?
We have $30 in bar cash so I assume that we’re on for tonight. I’ve yet to reach out to ITP-Reader Stacy or Aron, at least until now.