Imagine a bucket full of water, flying sideways, propelled by an oncoming bus who has just emptied a West Vancouver sized puddle into the air. Now, see this wall of water flying straight at Bronwyn and I. We both squeak and clench our handlebars expecting the drenching. But the airborne puddle went right between us, missing us both. Even though the flying puddle missed the mark, I was just as soggy from the wet Vancouver weather.

morning ride
3h09:14
60km, Bronwyn’s house to Horseshoe Bay
Avg 19.0km/h, Avg Cad 67
pm
20min core workout
10min stretch