I woke up early this morning with biking on my mind. After a short ride with the baby sister yesterday, I was itching for more. I thought to myself, today let’s ride to the end of the levee. So I hopped out of bed, threw on my new biking gear (thanks for sending prezzies, dad!), grabbed a banana, and headed out the door. I knew it was going to rain. I could hear the thunder before I even got up. But I figured I could either outrace it or it’d be one of those brief rain dumps that happen in the summertime. I saw the steely gray sky ahead, and even thought about taking a photo so I could blog about ill-fated ride attempts later. But then the sky just opened up. We’re talking buckets of rain. Now, I’ll ride in the rain, but I wear glasses. And raindrops render me blind, especially when you add fog. Not good. Today, I couldn’t see except for blurry peering over the tops of the glasses. So I pulled over at a coffee shop and made myself comfortable, thinking I’d wait it out. But an hour later it showed no signs of letting up, so I turned around and headed home. I snapped a photo of these twin puddles at Camp and Antonine. They left a bike lane through the middle for me, I thought to myself. Oh well, better riding tomorrow, I hope.