Victory Hill

Today may not have been the best day for riding, but when you are sticking it to THE MAN no amount of rain is gonna stop ya. So, with out fail SIDEKICK was waiting ever faithfully for me at our designated spot. We shared a good laugh at ourselves for being so diligent and set out on our way.


I sat high and proud upon my seat, thinking to myself how fabulous I am for being out on my bike while mother nature is pouring buckets of water on me. After a little way though, I realized that proud and tall may not be the best posture for riding in copious amounts of rain. It is like giving the bird to someone with a hose, they will only soak you more. That being said, I tucked my head and hunkered down.


On the last part of our journey as we enter the parking lot to work there is this little fun hill that we like to go up really fast. (We will call it Victory hill) Well, I was behind SIDEKICK (remember she does not like all the mud and water in her fabulous hair and face) she took Victory hill with no apparent problems and is zooming thru the parking lot. I, on the other hand hit the hill and am half way up when I feel my tires are starting to slip. I peddle faster in hopes of stabilizing myself, but to my dismay (you're getting were I am going with this) you got it! With a wet plop I landed right in the mud! (You maybe asking yourself now, oh my gosh! Are you OK? I am OK!) Well, I let out a good laugh, untangle myself from my bike and catch up with my riding partner. Who by the way, heard the commotion and had stopped and was laughing her butt off at me!


On the way home all of the rain helped to wash the mud off of me from my fall.
I learned today that jeans are no good to bike in when it is raining. They are more like a vice, the wetter they get, the less likely they are to move and the tighter the material becomes on my bulging thighs.


When I am biking there is never a dull moment. If it's not rain, it's people trying to kill me, Victory hills, saying hello the bums, and laughing all the way!