...were lemon drops and gum drops, wouldn’t that make your shoes heavy, and your glasses sticky? :)

The river babbling down Honda Hill was impressive, but it kept-a-coming. I was fortunate in that the wind wasn’t too bad until the last jaunt up Black Nugget, knocking out the street lights. From there to home was mostly dark.

I was opting for the older, Led Zeppelin song:

This is the springtime of my loving-
The second season I am to know
You are the sunlight in my growing-
So little warmth Ive felt before.
It isnt hard to feel me glowing-
I watched the fire that grew so low.

You know it’s really raining when…
... the water kicked up by your front tire crosses the path of your bike light, making a sparklers.
... you notice the hypnotic, angular patterns cast by the rain under the street lights
... you are kicking plumes of water up onto cars, not the other way around
... your post-ride hot shower is dryer