Partly Cloudy, with some sun, mixed with a chance of rain.

I love weatherpeople (notice how PC I am?). I should have been a weather person. What other job could you have where you could be wrong over 75 percent of the time and still keep your job?

"Gee, Doctor, I think that you were wrong when you said that you needed to give him a kidney transplant. It just looks like the flu."
"That's okay, nurse, I have still be right over 40 percent of the time! So what if I removed that one person's organs before they were dead. I did ask them if they were alive and got no answer. My percentage of being right is still on the good end for a doctor."

"Gee Mr. Engineer, I think you were wrong when you said duct tape would hold the wings on that fleet of planes."
"That's okay, only 70 percent of the planes fell from the sky, so my percentage of being right is still on the good end for an engineer!"

We have been having rain on and off over the past few days - typical "Autumn Weather". Yes, I know that it is August and not really Autumn, but when the trees start to change color, I go with mother nature's idea of when Autumn starts. A few days ago, however, we were having some really good weather. Great, clear, not a cloud in the sky, had the sun in my eye and I wouldn't have been surprised if it was a dream. And the weatherman comes on and shows us the radar, which has splotches of green all over the state. Hmm. Interesting. Oh, but he explained!

"I know that this looks like rain, but this radar is so sensitive, what you are seeing are bugs and dirt."

That's right, bugs and dirt. And I was not imagining things, as he repeated it. And BikeHubby heard it too. Bugs and Dirt. So forgive me if I do not believe ANYTHING that our weathermen say.

Which brings me to last night. The forecast said that the day would be partly cloudy, with some sun (being redundant, repeating themselves, saying things over and over again?), with a chance of rain in the evening. There were some clouds, but that doesn't really mean a lot.

So I went riding. Road riding. I figured that if I went mountain biking and got lost and it really started to rain.....well, there might be an issue. But road riding.....now I KNOW I won't get lost. And I didn't! What I did get was stuck in a torrential downpour when I was at the farthest point from my car, with no chance of the storm letting up in the immediate future. So I rode. Hard. Fast. My average speed was my highest yet, at over 18 mph for the hour and a half that I rode. Once I got in the rain, I figured that if I kept my speed above 20, then I might ride fast enough to get out of the storm. And I did! And hit dry pavement, which, if I were dry, would have made a difference, but since I was so wet that I was leaving a trail......well, it was just nice to know that my tires wouldn't spin out from under me.

And I have to say, I love riding in the rain. Not a cold rain, but a hard rain. It is so peaceful and just amazingly fulfilling. You ought to try it some time.

When I got back to my car, I threw everything inside, jumped in the car and headed home. I got home in time for the storm to catch up to me....and it rain through most of the night.

Good thing I didn't stop to wait it out.

Pedal, pedal, pedal!