Last night before leaving work for my ride home, I logged on to the internet and checked the weather radar closely. The band of heavy rain had now past the city and if I was to leave soon I would be following behind the worst of it. My clothes were still damp from the ride in but I had to suck it up and ride home anyway. The lack of any other cyclists on the way home should have been my first clue that this was not going to be a comfortable cruise home! As I leave the CBD I ride into a series of small hills, as the drizzle subsided I found myself in fog/cloud/mist, which was kind of creepy when there is no traffic, and no street lights to get your bearings, the fog didn’t last long before the rain started again. I was riding the old hybrid with a lot more tyre on the road than my commuter bike flat bar so I felt a bit more at ease with the slippery conditions. The Yarra and Koonong bike trails are prone to water pooling in places and, last night was no exception. Cruising through the drizzle I rounded a bend and lost sight of the bike path which was under about 20cm of water for at least 50 m, I wasn’t up to attempting a cross country ride through the bushes in the dark, and since I was already soaked through, I just ploughed on through the puddle. Having got passed the water hazard I came upon tree fallen across the path. I managed to make it home tired wet, cold and miserable. My mood was lifted as I walked through the door and found that my wonderful support crew had drawn a hot bath and made me a nice cup of tea, it somehow may the ride in the rain worthwhile.
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