I set out on my bike at first light but there wasn’t much since it was raining. The sky was dark and the streets were wet but today was the day of my 100-mile ride and months before I had committed myself to doing those hundred miles today –- and I was going to do them. Whatever part of your brain that you use to register bad weather, well, I turned it off.
Bruce, a riding buddy of mine, had come on his bike to see me to the starting line, but like many pro riders his approach to riding attire is that you wear the same shirt you always wear no matter the weather. Sometimes you’re hot; sometimes you’re cold; in the end it evens out. By the time he got to my house, he was was already dripping wet.