Special bonus points if you can tell me where this photo was taken:
What started out as a planned 2-hour ride on the cross bike turned into a 3-hour jaunt of which the last 1hr15min was in the rain. I was probably within 20 minutes of the house on the way in when I felt a few sprinkles. Not sure if I really intended to put on my arm warmers, but I reached back to that jersey pocket and discovered they weren't there. So, I turned around and started backtracking my route and discovered them 40 minutes later laying on the road at nearly the furthest point out. The rain had been a lot more than a sprinkle for at least 10 minutes. Let's just say I was a kind of a drowned rat when I rolled in to the house. Despite being wet, at least I wasn't cold from having nearly time-trialed back to the house because I was worried about being late picking Lorena up from work. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?