It was a bit of an ordeal tonight. I headed out to meet Ian for what’s quickly becoming our new usual route. It wasn’t raining much to start with, but it was pretty wet under tyre. However once we went our separate ways at the Pink House the rain got heavier. The mile long climb out of the valley is usually quite nice, but with the rain coming down it became a bit of a slog. The descent back into town was almost the worst bit, the standing water soaked me to the skin, I’m sure I wrung at least a pint out of each sock.
By far the worst part though was the fact that the rain nicely rehydrated the dried sweat in my helmet pads, and gave a constant stream of salty water down my face and into my nose and mouth. It was very very unpleasant, I’m having to force myself to wash the taste away with an emergency beer or three.
At least my front light lasted for a complete ride this time.