Today was a case in point. We were promised heavy showers followed by drizzle and then light rain. As usual the forecast was at its most accurate when suggesting bad weather.
A sensible cyclist would have stayed in bed, a slightly less sensible one would have taken out the winter hack. Only a complete idiot would have ridden out on his best bike.
I arrived at the back of the bike shop on my best bike to find that Richard had taken the intermediate stance and everyone else had gone for option one.
The planned ride over the Trough of Bowland was obviously untenable so we headed out in that general direction just in case the forecast was wrong. By Over Kellet it became obvious that it had been a little inaccurate but only in seriously underestimating the sheer volume of rain.
We headed upstream to Kirkby Lonsdale and then splashed our way back to Kendal, arriving there with 42 miles under the belt.
A sensible person would have bemoaned a wasted morning only to be alleviated by the dubious pleasure of cleaning half of Cumbria off the bike.
I, on the other hand, was absolutely delighted to have got out in the conditions. I can only put it down to latent masochism and the smugness which comes from getting some miles under the belt when others haven’t. It also got me out of going shopping which is always a good thing in my eyes!