Pedaling on 23rd Street in San Pablo. Got rid of the first car lane and made a bike lane. Great for the bicycle rider so great for the car driver. Don’t worry once you hit Richmond it goes back to two lanes.

The bike ride started out nice. Then the clouds started to move in. I heard the bike gods laughing. I know what is coming but I don’t know when.

Went to REI to have a peak. I have a $159 dividend so I wanted to have a look around. I didn’t see anything I wanted or needed. Next year dividend is probably going to be next to nothing.

I was riding by Golden Gate Fields and decided to have a snack. Had a great view too. The clouds are moving in and one would think I would have more urgency. I’m not going to pedal like a bat out of hell just to avoid some rain. My snack was good.

I’m by the Craneway building and I see a ship heading out to sea being escorted by a couple of tugboats. I had to stop because I like tugboats. Still no rain. The bike gods are playing with me.  I know I shouldn’t stop and it could cost me but I’m use to the rain. The last three Saturdays I have been rained on. Who am I kidding I still hate riding in the rain.

I reach the light by Hoffman Blvd and then it happens, the rain. It is coming down pretty good and it is a cold rain. I could swear I heard the bike gods giving high five’s. Maybe it was thunder.

I decided to skip Starbucks and head to the overpass in Point Richmond where I can rest under and stay dry. I eat my snacks and wait for the rain to stop or slow down. Sprinkling is okay.

Pedaling home. There are some blue in the grey skies. Looks like I’m home free. The rain is no more. It is a dry ride all the way home. Can’t take the back way because of the mud in the field. So it is the long way home. Love the sound of the garage door when it opens because I’m home and safe from anymore rain that will show up.

Now if my commute on Monday and Tuesday is dry.