Got the day off from work which is the good thing. The bad is the rain decided to show up. I don’t remember inviting the rain to my party. But the rain doesn’t care it shows up when it wants and be damn your plans.

So I pull out my rain jacket and cover my handlebar bag, It is going to be a rainy day bike ride. I open the garage door and bring the bike out and the rain has let up. Hey is that blue sky I see.

I know better than to do something crazy like go for a long ride. I know what the bike gods are going to do. They are just waiting for the right moment and then drop the rain. Curse you bike gods. Yeah I have a love/hate relationship with the bike gods.

So it is off to the gym. I reach the hill on San Pablo Ave and there it is. The rain comes down in buckets. Perfect, I get to climb up a hill and there is rain and wind. Of course cars come and splash me. The life of a bike rider.

That was fun. An hour workout. All I can handle at the gym is fifty minutes to an hour workout. I figure that is good enough. If I go longer it isn’t going to accomplish much. The body can take so much. Go at you gym rats because I know you have a different opinion.

What no rain. So being me I must tempt the bike gods. I’m going to stop at Starbucks and then head to the Hercules Library. Guess I could catch up on some reading and play on my Chromebook.

Of course on the ride to the library it rains off and on. I guess in the mind of the bike gods they are being nice. At least it isn’t a down pour and the rain stops sometimes. Who cares I’m pedaling on caffeine and I don’t feel a thing.

I’m done goofing around for the day. I’m hungry and probably go a wet ride ahead of me. I see the rain when I look out the window but I don’t care. I’ve been wet all day so what is a little more wet. At least this is the ride home and I still hate riding in the rain.