I went for a ride on Sunday afternoon. It had been dry for the previous two-three hours. The sun peaking between the clouds. The ridge looked great from San Dimas.
Normally I ride a bike, but today I ended up washing my socks, my gloves, my jacket while I was wearing the gear. Or to say, you get much wetter going downhill than you do uphill in the rain.
There was a small patch of hail pelting me on Sierra Madre. I hope the electronics survived the splashing.
I thought of Levi Leipheimer's quote about a miserable day in the Tour of California, "It's like stepping into a cold shower and riding for six hours." My stint was much shorter.