It may not be Spain, but we had some weird rain yesterday afternoon. People kept coming up to me, the resident biking weirdo, and (a little too joyfully) telling me that it was raining really hard. Thanks, I noticed. But the beautiful thing was that between getting in the elevator to go down to the parking garage and going outside, the rain had all but stopped. I rode home through puddles and was sprinkled on one or twice, but that was the extent of it. Clean living, that's what that is.
Hey Ray, I think I might have passed your wife on the way home tonight. It took me a few blocks to put two and two together. She was riding with a polka-dot king of the mountains jersey and matching socks. But it was the bike with those fancy fenders that made my brain struggle out of it's daze and take notice. If it wasn't her, it was still a cool bike. By the time I realized it, she had apparantly turned off because I didn't see her behind me any more.
Date: June 22
Mileage: 23
Ride type: Commute
June mileage: 268
Year to date mileage: 1730
Date: June 26
Mileage: 23
Ride type: Commute
June mileage: 291
Year to date mileage: 1753
Date: June 27
Mileage: 23
Ride type: Commute
June mileage: 314
Year to date mileage: 1776
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