>>1081346>Stationed on a literal floating 3rd world land fill with locals who's IQ barely breaks single digits aka hawaii>Spent time cleaning bike and entire drive train>Check every forecast and weather radar possible>Pray to six different deities>Sell my soul to satan himself>Not a chance of rain anywhere to be seen>Figure for today's ride I'll head down by the beach which entails a winding descent down and a long steep climb coming back up that rides along coffee and other crop fields>Don my favorite jersey (Rapha Coppi flyweight)>Set out on ride>Make it up first climb in ride>Everything is soaked like it just poured, fucking of course>Already drenched by the time I hit the winding road>Make it down road and start climb back up>Can already see the clouds in the distance>Know what's about to come>Speed limit on road I'm riding is 45>Half debate facing my bike into oncoming traffic just so I don't have to deal with what I know is going to happen>Sky opens up>Literal fucking down pour with huge drops of rain >Clay from fields is running into road where I'm riding>My favorite jersey is getting dirtier with every stroke of the pedal>It finally stops raining but everything is muddy and wet>Make it home>Jersey and bike looks as if I've been off roading in mud pits>Put jersey in wash but know it's futile becasue I've already ruined one jersey this way>Question why I ever stopped drinkingMy patience is really starting to wear thin, every god damn fucking ride I do, no matter the time of day it's got to fucking pour. Really getting sick of it.
