Riding in Tahoe has been great, although I am trying to figure out this weather thing. I started the ride, it was beautiful, 75 degrees, and just gorgeous. I realized that I had forgotten my SRM mount for my road bike, it was still living on my TT bike. I know, I need another SRM. As you can see, I used the old improvisation routine…used some hair ties to securely fasten my SRM on my handle bars. So pro.
I started the ride around the lake, admiring the thunder clouds developing over the Sierras… I was loving life. Then, I entered Nevada. I started noticing the cars’ lights. Was it getting late? No. It was just ominous dark clouds, and a flood was quickly approaching. Drenching rain soaked me to the core. I couldn’t even see the road. I barely made it through South Lake Tahoe. When I had started the ride, I thought I would bring along a check to deposit. It was an easy day, I wouldn’t sweat too much…right? I just put the check in my back pocket. Stupid. At 5:01pm, I found myself being washed down into the BofA in SLT. They let me in, after hours, and even negotiated my disintegrated check. What nice people. I must have looked really pathetic. I continued on my way, and as I entered the CA side of the lake. The sun started shining. I always knew I like CA better, but really? Does our 10% taxes really help contribute to better weather?
I think the majority of cyclists are a good group of people. We often stop in middle of our training rides to make sure a fellow cyclist doesn’t need our assistance when they are on the side of the road. We wave and are generally friendly. When I parked to start my ride yesterday, I realized that I had forgotten a tired lever. Started a ride into the great expanses of the Tahoe National Forest, I figured it would be in my best interest to have all the tools necessary to fix a flat. I asked a couple on State Road A23, and they graciously gave me a lever. Luckily, I didn’t flat. However, I did get caught in another thundershower. It may take me a while, but I am beginning to notice a trend here. Something about these mountains, brings afternoon thunderstorms. They aren’t kidding around about that. I found myself getting wet, and my clean shoes getting dirty. What is that saying? Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me? You would think I would learn my lesson.