Yesterday morning and I’m checking the weather forecast one last time. I’ve got to drop the wife at the airport by 9:15am then I’ll be on the bike by 9:45am. The forecast is predicting a 30% chance of rain. I smugly think to myself, I’ll take those odds!
I tell Mrs tempocyclist I’m putting the good bike in the car, all freshly serviced and sparkling clean. An avid weather-checker herself, she simply replies – and I paraphrase slightly – “You’re a fool, take the rain bike, it’s going to piss down.”
Of course, I didn’t listen.
I dropped her off – still smug – unpacked the bike and rolled out of the car park with the sun shining on my back. Winning. Totally smug! Ten minutes later I was drenched. The sky darkened, the wind whipped up and the heavens opened! And not just 30% chance opened. For two hours I was battered by an army of relentless raindrops. My exquisitely clean Stealth splattered with mud and mucky road grime. I almost called it quits but thought, you can’t get much wetter now so you may as well keep pedalling! So I did …
… and I’m glad I did. The rain finally eased and the sun even made an appearance over the final 20km (just to cake all that mud firmly to my frame). I rolled back to the car with a whisker over 114km on the Garmin, an aching in my legs and a smile on my face. I even used my temporary bachelor status to bring the bike into the lounge room to dry and polish by the fire (after a good wash outside of course).
So maybe I shouldn’t listen to the wife after all…? *
* Always listen to your wife. Happy wife = happy life.