Got the whole thing put back together just in time to ride to work monday morning. Halfway through the day, the sky clouds over and rain starts pouring.
At 5:00pm I gear up with a trash bag over the top (ghetto rainsuit!) expecting an unpleasant ride home. It's decent rain, but not pouring down. I'm getting looks and chuckles from cagers at read lights. About halfway home, I realize that my thoughts are not on how wet I am, or how cold, but on waving back to the chucklers and how well the bike is performing.
I turn down the street my apartment complex is on, ride past the parking lot, and back out onto the main roads for another hour of riding. Best ride I've had in the past few weeks.
After a quick change of clothes, I wipe the bike down and clean up all the mud. A rag in one hand, a beer in the other, and one hell of a silly ass grin on my face.
This morning, I grabbed my trash bag when heading off to work. I guess I'm just being optimistic!
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