This past weekend, Brian invited some friends to embark on a mixed terrain adventure that was worthy of being deemed a proper post birthday ride (his birthday was in late August, haha).
Weather forecasts indicated a 30% probability of “light showers” but being the optimists (i.e. dumbasses) that we all are, we decided to go ahead with the ride anyways.
We woke up at the crack of dawn and met at the Presidio Spire before rolling across the Golden Gate Bridge and into the headlands. I’m accustomed to having to deal with overcast skies, windy conditions and hazardous tourists while crossing the bridge, but since it was so early the weather was pleasant, the views were amazing and the tourists were non-existent.
The group was in good spirits up until Mill Valley, where the weather began to look ominous.
As we began our mixed terrain section up Old Rail Road grade, it began to rain and suddenly all the joyous conversation ceased, replaced by an eerie silence amongst the riders.
We actually ran into a rider participating in the Marin Mountains 200k but even he had the sense to turn around and call it quits.
We continued onwards, making nervous jokes and improvising our own bad Rapha poetry in an attempt cope with the crummy weather. Of course no rules were mentioned (although I was extremely tempted to quote my version of Rule #9: “If you are out riding in bad weather, it means you are a dumbass. PERIOD.”)
By the time we reached West Point Inn, most of us were already soaked and there was no indication that the deluge would let up.
The descent into the rain was brutal, as the rain seemingly flew in sideways and smacked me in the face.
By the time we reached Pantoll Station, the group was pretty much content with cutting the ride short. We were able to make it back to Sol Food in Mill Valley for a delicious warm meal and a brief respite from the rain before rolling back home.