The fucking weather.

For the first time in months, it has rained. This morning, the roads were wet, and the forecast was calling for rain off and on throughout the morning. I hemmed and hawed. Should I go for my ride? I have no wet weather clothes. If it starts raining, I’ll soon be soaked, and my lack of mudguards would mean that road muck would splash up onto the most inconvenient spot on my pants and I would look like I soiled myself.

So, I made a judgement call… miss this morning’s ride and go buy some wet weather clothing (and mud guards) as soon as possible. Naturally, it stopped raining shortly after I made that call, and it hasn’t rained again since.

It figures.

With my luck, though… I will go buy wet weather clothes, and it won’t rain again for months. That’s summer in Victoria for you.