Weather is never more vindictively unpredictable than it is in the spring, and hail is loud when it hits your helmet.
Eighty-nine miles this week, not as big a running ratio as I’d like, but the biggest mileage week since I started riding (so biggest week ever, probably.) The last time I did today’s ride, back in October, I cried because the traffic was so scary. Today, it was a dry day!
Except for the torrential rain thing. (“Uh-oh” is so a meteorological term. Ask Al.)