I only road ride when it rains...

this is starting to become a theme, because if it is nice out, why the fuck should i not go mountain biking?

Tonight after work i rode my 25 mile dorseyville saxonburg loop, nothing epic, but right by JD's pub the rain hit and it was accompanied by hail. At first i thought it was related to descending at 40 mph, but as i let up at the bottom i could hear the ice flecks crackling on my helmet. Each fleck that hit my lips, split the already chapped and dry surface and i could taste the blood and rain water in my mouth. Saxonburg Blvd spun by and the rain just fell harder. The rain washed the gutters full of grime, as i coasted through another failed baptism of etna. Storm drain and warehouse downspots cascaded gallons of water through the air to beat the sidewalks. All of the potholes in sharpsburg were full of water and this made them undetectable. This is where i began to consider peeing my Chamois. Up the zoohill i though about peeing off the side of the bike but after swerving and almost getting run off the road, i decided to stop at Tazzo d' ro ro to drain it. Larimer and Homewood just seemed to have "glazed over" feeling to them. At times when i was alone i sang smiths songs to myself aloud.