Not like the workday or rest day mattered; it rained, mostly hard, all day long, and I couldn't have ridden anyhow. The roads were messier than a fart in a wetsuit.
Artist's Depiction: A Fart in a Wetsuit
Oh well. Can't have a good one every day. See y'all tomorrow, maybe down at Hains if the weather ain't too vile.
And here's something from regular reader Stephen to hold you over until a more interesting blog entry: