Most of the country is in drought. Farms and fields all over the continent are dry and have been for years. In Perth, the drought has broken a little.
So I put the proper pedals on. I went on the Sunday Slow Ride and all was good – I had to clip-out a few times, but no crashing. Missed the bad weather and spent the afternoon helping to paint a spare room at Mum’s place – I contributed to the blu-tac marks, so I should make up for them. A tip for those at home: don’t paint a room the day after you’ve done an upper-body workout.
So now I’m a little more confident about the shoes, pedals and new bike; but I can’t go out. Rain was due on Monday, so I took the bus with my backpack filled with clothes to put in my locker ready for Tuesday. There was 19.2 mm of rain on Monday, so it was a fair call. Tuesday wasn’t supposed to be as wet, so I figured I’d be OK. The skinny tires are quite different to the wider hybrid tires that I’m used to – I have to be careful when I pick a line going through corners, because with the weather there is a lot of sand on the road. With little rain, and a bit of wind I figured I was used to them enough to be OK.
This morning I wake up, and the wind is up. A lot. It wasn’t just a steady wind, it was gusting up to 20 km/h more. I decide to leave it until it gets closer to when I need to think about leaving. It gets worse, and then the crash of rain hits the window. So I decide not to ride.
Much of today has been bright, sunny, dry and has PISSED ME OFF! OK, there were a few instances of wet, windy weather, but generally? Perfectly fine.
What is possibly the redeeming part of my decision this morning was the fact that about when I left home today I didn’t feel so crash hot. Kind of: if I had have ridden I’d have ended up with a cold. As it is, I feel like I have a lingering malaise.
So I’m hoping that it doesn’t rain – unlikely: thunderstorms tomorrow. That I’m not going to wake up tomorrow with a cold, and that Thursday (the next nice day) is going to remain nice.