So, I rode out to meet my friend today. She lives about 160 miles away so we met in the middle. It's pretty kewl meeting another gal who's way into bikes and rides a lot (even wrenches). I like her. :) What's funny? Both our husbands are from New England.

so, my cherry...popping...

It rained today. I checked the weather reports and knew I would make it there with, if anything, some sprinkles. But, I wasn't sure if I would ride all the way back in the rain. I did. As soon as I got on the interstate the skies opened and rained on me. Perhaps you don't know that I don't ride in the rain. I thought it was a good idea to wait until I had enough miles under my belt that the rain wouldn't be much of a problem. I guess I do have enough miles, because the rain wasn't a problem. OH, that's not to say that the rain drops at 70 mph didn't feel like needles in my face until my face went numb. Or, that I wasn't wet or cold or had water in my boots or had rain dripping off of my face down my neck and into my shirts. Yeah, that was fun. The hard part was staying focused for the 1 1/2 hour ride and not succumbing to the urge to just ride home as hard as I could. Thanks to David Hough's books I knew to not brake on wet painted surfaces (lines, arrows, etc.), etc. I arrived home fine; I was just a cold shivering wet mop. A long hot shower fixed that...

It was worth it.