Rain was in the forecast, and, this being southern california, only eight riders showed up in total, but off we went--and enjoyed a sweet ride to Beantown, the Sierra Madre coffeehouse where we regroup and grab a cuppa. At that moment, it began to sprinkle, ever so lightly, so half the crew bugged out for home or car a few miles away. The rest of us enjoyed the hot brew and some filling pastries, and then headed off into the rain.
I've been dragging around what appears to be a mild virus, so I hopped Metro trains from north Pasadena to Wilshire & Western, where it was raining hard enough that I donned the rain cape for the three or four miles home. Fourth Street was a wonderful ride--the trees lush and green from recent wetness, the lawns thick and soft, the streets wet and the air gentle. If I hadn't been sick I would have kept on riding. A few bucks' worth of very simple technology makes a huge difference in the weather. And the day seemed to have warmed up with the arrival of the rainfall. A very good day.