A message from the almighty

I think I joked the other day, when I pulled my fenders off, that now for sure it was going to rain. It hasn't rained in Lincoln, at least any time around my commute, in probably a month. Maybe more. I figured removing the fenders while I tracked down some replacement hardware would be safe, no way it's going to rain.

I am an idiot.

Today reminded me, if nothing else, that while the fenders may be loud over bumps, bordering on kinda dorky, kinda heavy, and a pain to keep clean they are absolutely glorious. Mine will be reinstalled tonight after I get home, and will stay on forever - at least until the September 20th gravel ride.

Anyway yesterday I had a quandary. I went out for a morning ride, on my way out I was taunted by my wife because I said something to the effect of "oh, I'll just drive over when I get back" in reference for a errand to Walgreen's. The fact that Walgreens is a mere mile away, that I had very little to pick up there, and have a bike with bags I was going to be on prompted said taunting.



Of course I rode through the drive-thru, because I also forgot my bike lock. After reading of many bike thefts as of late, I don't like leaving my bike anywhere I can't see it for more than several seconds, locked or not. Then again, someone pointed out that it looked like a "old bike", betcha five bucks that if I left my LHT unlocked next to one of those crazy NEXT bikes, the NEXT would get stolen first. Criminals aren't smart, thank everything.

Anyway, nice commute in this morning. It was drizzling, cool, and I was ridin' pretty dang fast for some reason. This week the highs aren't supposed to get out of the 70's - rejoice! - but the morning lows are goona be in the 50's. So we're back to the weather where I have to take three sets of clothes: morning ride clothes, work clothes, afternoon ride clothes.

I love you Nebraska. I really do.