That\’s what the Fourth of July weekend turned out to be. The forecast looked dire enough, predicting a good chance of showers and T-storms.
Doesn\’t it drive you crazy when you postpone or even cancel your planned ride; hang around at home for hours, waiting for it to storm; and at most you get a few sprinkles of rain and a few grumbles of thunder?
On the morning of the Fourth, I went out very early. Overcast skies had been predicted, but I hoped for enough of a break in the clouds to see the full moon. Lady Luck had other plans. I thought that parts of the sky looked clear, but they were just patches where the overcast was thinner.
The next day, showers and T-storms were again predicted. I decided to skip the Sunday long ride. In my own \’hood, we got little rain. About 20 miles from here, there was a deluge that resulted in street flooding; and several homes got water inside. If I had gone on my long ride, I might have gotten caught in it. I finally did go out for a 15-mile ride that day at around 5 pm. I just had to get moving!
On the evening of the Fourth, I found myself viewing some YouTubes about horrific tornado disasters. At least I can be thankful that we haven\’t had any EF-5 twisters here, knock on wood. It\’s absolutely mind-boggling to think of a tornado a mile wide! I know how far I need to ride from home to cover a mile, which gives me a gauge to go by.
As last week progressed, a lot of the cloudiness vanished. And then it became very hot!
Stormy weather? Not.