I didn't sleep that well last night, hearing the rain outside the room and rushing through the downspout. When I finally awoke, it was indeed raining...and it was warm. I headed out a couple minutes after most riders, and soon encountered the beginning of the flat parade - within 5 miles of the hotel. Soon enough, we rode out of town into the countryside filled with cotton and soy, and the rain started coming in waves upon waves. Each time you thought the rain couldn't come down any faster, it did. Soaked through and through, I found solace in the fact that at least it was warm today. Fortunately, my flat occurred during a brief break in the action, and then it really dumped; we could see the waves of the storm approach us as the road ahead was demarcated by an advancing line of moisture. Basically, it looked as though we were riding up a river as we climbed hills through the storm that severely limited visibility...and cars passed slowly with their hazard lights blinking.
Of course it was dry as a bone at the hotel, which was useful for cleaning the bike, sipping a fine single malt whiskey, drinking a recoverite beverage, and putting on a new tire (and weeping as I through away my slashed front tire which had been ridden approximately 3 days).
We headed out for mexican food, and I could only muster up enough appetite to eat chips, salsa, beans, rice, a taco, a chile relleno, a tamale, a chalupa, and an enchilada. I also managed to stuff down a twix ice cream bar for good measure. Now, it's time to sleep and dream of a little less rain.
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