Riding in the Rain
It is raining here in the Big Bend; has been since about 3am and with varying intensity. Seems there is a hurricane down south somewhere that is making its presence known here in the desert. Taking up a friend on his off-hand suggestion of going for a road ride[which he then balked at] I decided to ride the 32miles to Tivo’s restaurant and back, weather be damned..or welcomed.
Rolling from Terlingua to Study Butte then north along highway 118, Tivo’s is about two miles the other side of the Luna Vista hill, earning me two punchy climbs and two speedy descents. Wet but warm in my booties, vest and clear lenses, I smiled as the rain painted a streak up my back-side.
Blazing a narrow streak across the sodden black-top, Shirin and I glided along, as though a tail-wind followed our route. My legs seemed to turn so effortlessly, churning out the gears as we sped along, my hands in the drops and my arms relaxed. I felt strong yet graceful as the rain caused my legs to shine and my glasses to fog. The few cars all gave me a wide berth and waved; Manny flashed his lights as his brown UPS van sped by. As the road slid below my wheels, water like teflon, I thought of other memorable rainy rides.
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