It started raining the instant I shut down my computer at the end of the workday.
I am not an accomplished wet-surface bicyclist, especially with a 60-80lb dog attached to my bike. My goal for the day was to bike my usual four miles... but that wasn't going to happen in a thunderstorm.
Or... was it?
As I complained about the rain, and one of my friends said to just go out and do it. After all, "it's refreshing to bike in a light drizzle!" So I waited. And waited. And waited. Finally the rain let up enough that I didn't feel completely stupid in my plan. I hitched up Jayne and off we went.
About a mile out, and the rain ceased being a light drizzle. It turned into a torrential downpour! Jayne was trotting with his ears down and eyes squeezed shut, and I was barely able to see through the sheets of rain. The problem with being a mile out is that there's a mile between you and home. So we pressed on, soaked to the bone, all the while thinking this was a very stupid idea.
As we pulled up to the house, I could hear Kaylee screaming inside. She's a jealous dog, and pitches a fit if she thinks someone is having more fun than she is having. Apparently in the Mind of Kaylee, slogging through a rainstorm on a bike is 'fun.'
Jayne bolted inside and immediately realized that he was wet. What do wet Dobermans do? The zoom, of course. Jayne bolted right into Kaylee to show off how amazingly wet he was, and she promptly bit him in the face for showing off. (Don't worry, it was just a scratch - nothing serious!)
I'm not going out there in the rain with Kaylee. I refuse. I'll have to make do with two miles today instead of four. It had better not rain this hard tomorrow.