Worst hour on a bike...

pj haha. i like your story kowalski.

it's funny how these involve either the bonk or the rain or both.

the rain is not the road cyclist's friend, not when it pisses down. i remember doing a ride of the falling leaves a while back and it turned into paris-roubaix. but without the mythology, it was just a grim trudge through shit.

Rain is neither hot and soothing like a bath, nor cool and refreshing like a pool.

It's just wet.