Somebody, please explain

Bordering on the ridiculous? Last night we knew there’d be a chance of rain this morning. 40% max it said. Doesn’t that mean it’s 60% likely you won’t get wet? No, we’re getting used to the goofy wording and now realize, anything 30% or more means that 30% (or more) of the rain will actually fall on you. Anything below 30% and you probably won’t see any rain at all. Nobody will. But 30% plus and it’s only a matter of how much, not if.

Does this mean weather forecasting qualifies as “fake news?” But if so, to whose benefit? The normal concept of “fake news” is to distort reality to favor yourself or your group or whatever. Who “wins” when the weather forecast qualifies as distorted reality?

This morning it was the two Kevins plus Karen riding up through the park in a light drizzle. Pretty much dry actually, until nearing Skyline. Karen turned around while the three of us continued, on our “regular” bikes ‘cuz why ride a heavier “rain” bike if the odds are 60/40 in your favor of not getting wet? Well, as already explained above…

Up on Skyline we were passed by a woman who was fully “up to speed” while we were getting our act together having just climbed Kings. Kevin (pilot) decided to pick up the pace and latch onto her wheel, and somehow we didn’t get the feeling she appreciated that. I think it safe to say Trump has made some women a bit suspicious of any guy’s motives these days, and whether it was the idea that this was a group of guys who couldn’t let themselves be passed by a woman, or a group of guys with Trump-like thoughts, she may have believed she had good reason to be annoyed. Shortly after we caught up, she pulled off to put on a rain jacket, possibly a convenient way to get rid of us. Ideally, we should be inviting her on our ride, but that wouldn’t be me, breathing heavily and unable to talk.

Given the conditions on Skyline we skipped West Old LaHonda, heading straight down 84 and then doing a loop through Woodside to tack on a few miles. It was kinda nice, riding something different than we normally do.

Of course, as soon as we got home, the rain stopped.

And equally of course, as soon as we began riding to work, it started up again (as seen in the photo above). I have no issue nominating this as the worst year for weather, ever. It refuses to disappoint in that regard. Every time you think the bad stuff is in the past, it comes around again. –MikeJ

Jabba the Corgi greets us atop King Mountain!

A Corgi to greet you at the top of the Kings climb… what more can you ask for? How about a Corgi that bears a passing resemblance to Jabba the Hut?

I wasn’t sure how I’d be feeling this morning, after Sunday’s surprisingly-nice 100 mile Sequoia Century. Monday, yeah, I was feeling it on Monday, and for reasons unknown hadn’t slept all that well Sunday night, which isn’t the norm after a hard ride. But this morning I woke up feeling pretty good and sure, climbing over Jefferson I felt a bit sluggish, but got stronger as the ride went on.

George, Kevin, Kevin, Karen and Marcus this morning. Cool, but never cold, despite getting down to 48 degrees at one point. My ultra-lightweight white Bontrager “suncovers” (legwarmers) worked out fine, and made more sense today than Sunday. But, I’ve either got to smear on black tar for sunscreen or wear something that actually covers exposed skin since my new meds are supposed to increase susceptibility to skin issues caused by the sun. Ironic given that I have skin that pretty much refuses to burn (never mind what a few hours snorkeling, with my back exposed to the sun, did to me in Australia!).

The group started up Kings pretty easy, gradually increasing the pace as we went up the hill. At the halfway point I fell off the back but was quite surprised when George suggested the rest of them slow up and wait for me at the clearing. I repaid George the favor by beating him in the Skyline sprint.

Riding the West Old LaHonda section I felt a bit like I was in a fog… because I was! No great views today, but it was the first time we climbed the upper half at a pretty good pace. Felt good, although it meant I had nothing left to contest the sprint at the end, which George took, followed by younger Kevin.

The 84 descend… this was one of those days the delay was quite a bit more than usual. About 8 minutes extra. So much for my idea that we were going to get back to the start at an almost-normal time! Still, a really nice ride. As just about all bike rides are.