Ahhh. The balmy, warm, sunny inviting biking weather...is not what I found stepping outside with my bike yesterday morning. I had rushed preparations for a quick ride, spurred on by a forecaster's solemn promise - a window of about an hour of fairly tempid autumn warmth (50f/10c) under unenthusiastic skies before the incessant rains moved in yet again, and the temps began their slide into true winter.
And thus I found myself starting out under depressed skies and on shiny roads still wet from recent rain, a bit concerned as my phone pinged a warning from my weather app (which I dutifully read) that "rain was expected to start in 20 minutes". I had wanted to rush a 20 mile ride into that promised hour. Now that hour had been chopped to a stingy one-third...and I was barely out the driveway.
So I adjusted my neck warmer up and over my nose, put the bike into Sport+ mode (highest assist, relatively speaking, because that bike and I would be at full gallop, so to speak, the entire way), and, ignoring the siren call of the nearby gravel roads because they would be slower than the solitary paved road in my neck of the woods plus they would have made my bike filthy, I zoomed off.
18mph was my average, with only two stops to take pictures, and one stop to call VDOT to have them arrange pick up the four bags of litter I'd collected on this route just 3 days ago (using my other ebike - another story for another time). At the 10 mile point, as I stopped to take a pic, my phone pinged again, this time quite ominously. The weather app, boldly taking over the home screen without fanfare, now warned outright that the rain was charging in...fast. I blanched. The app said I had about 3 minutes before the onslaught of rain started. At that moment, prophetically, the gloomy heavens released the advance guard, and rain began tapping on my helmet to get my attention. I was still 5 miles from home.
Well, the weather app had lied. No sooner had I tucked my phone away than the real rain, without further notice and in direct - may I add - unsporting violation of the 3 minute promise of reprieve, began coming down. I put all my panic onto my bike pedals, racing the final 5 miles home in record time. I arrived safe and sound, barely able to see through foggy rain splattered glasses, my clothing wet from rain and sweat.
Needless to say I had the best afternoon nap on the couch later on. The rain never let up. It poured down all afternoon and into the evening, the temps starting their inevitable slide back to December weather.
As I sit here writing this, the rain has metamorphed and it is now snowing outside. Soft, soundless, and very pretty.
My bike and I may have to wait for a while before we can venture out together again. The winter freeze, it seems, is here to stay.
(Below: the Blue Ridge mountains in the distance are generally very faithful to their name. But not when rain begins to deliberately obscure them, as it is doing so here)
(Below: the disapproving skies, hanging low and more than ready to inflict yet more heavy duty atmospheric moisture on the already soggy landscape, and, by default, anything dumb enough to be lingering outside, snapping photos, as well.