It had to happen sooner or later. I was heading to work last night, knowing there there T-storms throughout the area when it started to drizzle a bit. I stopped in Spotsylvania Courthouse, and put on my rain gear. As I pulled back onto the road, it was sprinkling pretty hard. The rain was going "plink, plink, plink" on my helmet, but wasn't to bad.
About five miles or so down the road the bottom fell out. I mean it was raining like cow peeing on a flat rock. It was on a two lane road, with a line of traffic coming toward me. I couldn't see the side of the road, or the center line. I figured the cars were were they were supposed to be, so I lined up off their headlights, and didn't have any trouble. When I got to Thornburg, I pulled up under a bank drive in overhead, and waited until it slacked off a bit, then got back on the road. The closer I got to Richmond, the dryer the roads were. By the time I got to work, my rain suit was dry, so I put it back in it's stuff sack and came on into work.
This is something my wife has always worried about with me riding the bike. She was afriad I was going to drown to death or something if I ever got caught in a storm. One day when we were driving, I pointed out all the places along my route where I could pull up under a roof, and get out of a real toad strangler storm if I ever had to. There is one ever couple three miles all along the route. Last night I got to prove it.
My rain suit did great. I didn't get wet at all, not even around the collar. My helmet fogged up if I closed the visor, but leaving it cracked a bit kept it dry and clear.
About five miles or so down the road the bottom fell out. I mean it was raining like cow peeing on a flat rock. It was on a two lane road, with a line of traffic coming toward me. I couldn't see the side of the road, or the center line. I figured the cars were were they were supposed to be, so I lined up off their headlights, and didn't have any trouble. When I got to Thornburg, I pulled up under a bank drive in overhead, and waited until it slacked off a bit, then got back on the road. The closer I got to Richmond, the dryer the roads were. By the time I got to work, my rain suit was dry, so I put it back in it's stuff sack and came on into work.
This is something my wife has always worried about with me riding the bike. She was afriad I was going to drown to death or something if I ever got caught in a storm. One day when we were driving, I pointed out all the places along my route where I could pull up under a roof, and get out of a real toad strangler storm if I ever had to. There is one ever couple three miles all along the route. Last night I got to prove it.
My rain suit did great. I didn't get wet at all, not even around the collar. My helmet fogged up if I closed the visor, but leaving it cracked a bit kept it dry and clear.
