rainy ride

Today was the first day of bad weather riding I've had to endure since I started this whole pedal-power crusade.
It pretty much sucked... my shoes got soaked and I really don't like to ride my nice vintage Gios in the rain.

Anyway, I was really pushing it because I was miserable and wanted to get home FAST. On Broad Street, about 2 miles from home, I heard someone yelling at me. "Great... who did I piss off now?" I though.

I turned to my left to see a car pacing me. The driver of a pimped-out Acura was leaning over the seat towards the open passenger window. "Man! you're pretty good!" He shouted. "I saw you all the way back at Friendship Street, and YOU BEAT ME to here! That's cool man!". I laughed and waved as the driver gave me a thumbs up and took off.