At quittin' time, the radar looked something like this:
Operation: Squall Line was in full effect. I put the raincover on my lone pannier and hit the road, hoping -- no, knowing -- I could beat it. I darted up Renner, slogged the rolling hills of 113th street, and started northeast on Santa Fe Trail Drive with a strong sidewind and storms approaching from the west. Immediately ahead of me, a cyclist I hadn't seen before. Just pulling out of Southlake business park a few blocks to the north, I saw Jim's retina-searing jacket.
It didn't take me long to blow past both of them. Not that I was being a dick about it. I greeted them both upon passing. I don't usually ride hard, but this was personal. This was a race. Me against the dark, growling beast. Keep in mind that my skinny tires, tall gears, and drop bars gave me an advantage. In reality, I wasn't going that fast. This is me we're talking about.
About 2 minutes after I took this, the downpour started.
Random Tunage:
The Chemical Brothers - Star Guitar
Underworld - Born Slippy (Original)
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Operation: Squall Line
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I wasn't quite so lucky out here in Lawrence. I, too, booked it the whole way home, but the rain started to come down pretty heavy while I was waiting at the light at 27th and Iowa. Which is the last light before I get home...
Did I mention I forgot my rain cover? Luckily I had a shopping bag that I had put over my laptop sleeve. I was soaked and my laptop sleeve was a little damp on the bottom where some water collected in pannier. But the laptop itself was dry.
Looks like more of the same on Friday?
Well done! That was a beautiful storm. I was able to watch it blow through O.P. As I stared out the window I wondered how many cyclists were caught up in it.
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