By the time I was an adult and supposedly able to know better, Shon "War Child" Simon and I went up to Franklin, PA to go pre-ride an XC course. This woulda been... 1994 (according to the internet). All we had was a paper map that we had printed and... that was it. We rode off into the woods, and hours later, the weather turned wet on us. Our paper map disintegrated more and more very time we pulled it out. Eventually, it was just clumps of moist paper and ink. The rain was insane, the winds... well, there were actual tornadoes in the area. No way for us to know, although our wives at home, what with their TVs and all, were well aware of where their husbands were riding and the danger they were in.
Us? Not so much.
So, lightning hitting trees around us, small saplings being bent to the ground by sturdy winds. At one point, both Shon and I were knocked onto the ground by a gust and all we could really do at that point was look at each other and laugh. A nervous laugh, but a laugh all the same. Eventually, we found our cars, the tornadoes moved on, we got home, and our wives let us know what we were in the middle of for the better part of an hour or so.
So when I found out that we were supposed to be getting all this massive rain over the weekend, I felt drawn towards heading outside and looking at it. I posted up my desire to be out in it on FaceBook on Friday.
Saturday. Wake up and piddle about the house. Head to Bike Source for some needs and to Total Wine for others.
And then Kürdt decided to reverse Ferris Bueller me.
Called out on my own threat. Supposedly, more heavy rain to come in just a few hours... but this was my idea.
I suited up and headed out to Birdsong Brewery to meet Kürdt.
He was way ahead of me and took photos on his way over.
A beer at Birdsong together and then venturing out to see what three inches of rain overnight had done.
Rhino Market, more beer, and then more beer.
And then over to the Brass Tap to meet Bill Nye an Rachel... and more beer.
It was more than obvious we were killing time (and our livers) waiting for the big payoff, an epic ride home in a torrential downpour.
But it never came.
I rode home some time before dark, dry as a bone, somewhat let down. I don't wish hardship and financial loss on others (from FaceBook⇣ ⇣ ⇣ ).
But I did watch First Blood: Part 2 when I got home... which maybe shoulda just been called Second Blood. Dunno.
At least the weekend went by, and I didn't feel like a total piece of shit for not getting out on my bike... because I did... because Kürdt made me.
Ride photos from Kürdt