Riding Wet

Ok, this is the WORST. I ride really far from home a la squid* and find my self in the heart of a Monsoon (* = for those of you who don't know.. squid means when you ride with little or no protective gear on.) Let me tell you it's not fun. I was wearing jeans, t-shirt, and some tennis shoes but at-least I had on my helmet and gauntlets. There are many things you don't think about before you ride in the rain. First of all, the water feels like rocks... god only knows what it feels like to ride in actual hail. Second of all, you get soaked and not just by water.. you get soaked in that regurgitated nasty tire sludge that's getting sprayed back up on you from nearby cars.

To make matters worse people drive like asses. I was trying to ride safe but the road rage kicked in and I had to teach someone a lesson. This guy with a late 90's model 3-series decided he could just cut in front of me at the last minute where Guadaloupe turns into one lane at Higley. I was so pissed... he just starts turning into me while I'm in line and stopped. So I can't really do anything and let him nudge his way in a little more. Picture his car wedged almost sideways in front of me in-between a line of parked traffic. Figuring he's trapped now I turn on my brights and pull up 3 inches from his drivers side window. Brights to Face - literally - that'll show him I thought. But because of him the moment Guadalupe turned into two lanes again I flew past him breaking my rule... no speeding in the rain.

Oh well, everyone breaks rules one time or another. Now I'm at home and I just smelled myself. I smell like those month old leaves you find in a gutter. I think I'd best take a shower.