off-season isn't your grandpa's hibernation

and there i was riding my bike in the torrential downpour and gale strength wind trying to come to a stop at a stop sign at the bottom of a hill. as the stop sign rapidly drew closer and closer i eagerly awaited the engagement of my breaks. as time past i continued to wait and wait. at the very moment i started to evaluate what the appropriate evasive maneuvers would be my breaks engaged. i smiled.

the very next corner i took i almost laid the bike on its side as i passed through the low level gutter system. that thing was slicker then snot. short moments later i turned north on the bike path and head on into a 20+ mph wind, and just as quickly as the ride started it ended. it was my second shortest ride of the year, the shortest being the one i made it to the end of the street before turning around, but at least it was during the off-season!

the first real rain storm of the season always produces dangerous conditions and is a refreshingly pure reminder of how much dedication being a bike racer requires.

which leads me to my final point.

I LOVE FENDERS! 

the end