I can’t tell you that I relish the rainy days, I don’t. But, the right mood and the right gear can turn the shit into the shit. It has been hard lately saddling up for a near twenty mile commute. Excuses seem to pile up in the places the snow drifts have melted. Then, beyond the excuses are the brain farts, leaving the necessary tools for a bike ride at home while everything else makes the trip. Wednesday night it was the bike, shoes, and helmet, but no clothes. It mattered not, Wednesday night was the first trip of the year my boss didn’t give me the obligatory ‘crazy guy’ look, he agreed that it was a nice day for a ride. The beauty of that agreement is the fact that spring is on it’s way and with it the bearable temperatures, and tooth shaking rain. Thursday morning started fine, but looked ominous in my intended direction of travel. The omen proved to be correct, and soon the sprinkles, then drizzle, followed by hard steady rain conspired to ruin my ride. Which never came close to happening. Having watched the first stage of the Tirreno-Adriatico (a one week road race in Italy) last night, I halucinated my way right into the race. My grand imagination had the raindrops bouncing off of me, my bike did not like it, but I did not care in the least. Until now as I begin hope that my shoes will not be swampfoot tomorrow when ride time comes. Looks like a dry morning, and a wet evening. No doubt I’ll be watching the race unfold from the back of my eyelids tomorrow if the rain falls on my ride.