A photo essay
Got out for a bike ride. Beautiful day. Temps hovering around 2º or 3º C. Initially raining, but as I sat in the van getting changed, it turned to hail and pretty much hailed most the ride. Probably only the 4th or 5th time I’ve ridden in hail, and I’ve ridden in a lot of conditions. Wasn’t big hail, averaging around shotgun-shot-sized. Made interesting noises as it bounced off everything. Easily one of the most fabulously miserable rides I’ve done in recent memory. Bonus was coming home to fresh baked sourdough.
