On my third loop I noticed it was dark back in the North. I, once again, checked my weather app and radar and determined that the storm was going to miss me. The front was moving from North West to South East and I was good to ride. WRONG again! On my return loop from the town South it suddenly started blowing cold air from the North. I put the bike in race mode and rode for home as fast as I could. I was only two and a half miles from home when it started raining. It wasn't a blinding rain but damn uncomfortable to ride into. I was soaked by the time I got home. My station showed it had rained just over a quarter of an inch. In less than fifteen minutes the temperature dropped from 99° to 70°. Needless to say, I was shivering wet and cold after sweating my tail off. Just another crazy day on the bike. I'm glad I got home when I did. The front dropped 1.79" before it quit. Not bad for a slight chance of rain over night.
