Timed the ride for a sun break, kitted up, stepped out the door to a few drops, then within 5 minutes a torrent with soak through in another 20 minutes. So it was back into the trenches for another ride. I ducked into a park to get out of drops so big and cold, they might as well have been hail.
For some relief from the wettest Spring recorded, wetter than when dinosaurs splashed in the Sound and cavorted around the Space Needle, I’m in Santa Cruz later today. Spesh hasn’t said for what exactly and as I much as I like the Roubaix, looking forward to riding a different bike, towards the sun.…
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