Kyle is a friend of mine. I like his blog. Kyle's funny, has good taste in humpday posts, and is also a good racer, a good husband, and an all around good guy.
All those caveats aside, sometimes I have to wonder if he rides fast only because he's trying to get home in time, 'cuz it's ten minutes to Wapner.
Take today, for instance. He joined me for the Coppi Muffin Ride for an early AM easy spin. We met up at my place at 5:35, packed up my truck and headed downtown. As we headed downtown, we drove through some rainshowers. It was nervous for a few minutes as we wondered if the ride would get cancelled by thunderstorms, but as we headed south into Arlington the weather cleared, and we had a great ride, along with the usual coffee and yap session at the Java Shack.
After, we drove back to Crofton and as we pulled into my house, there was Kyle's car with the back door wide open! There were puddles in the back seat on the floor. "Oh no..." he says. "It rained in my car, dude."
Res ipsa loquitur.
4 comments:
Bummer for Kyle.
I wonder who got the wet spots for the carpool to Iron Hill?
Judi - yeah it's a bummer, but you'd have to know Kyle - he can take lemons and make lemon fizz.
FGR - Good question that I probably shouldn't conjecture about here.
Ah, soggy seat syndrome. The scourge of the modern cyclist. Although it's normally a chamois based issued.
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