The weather this weekend was a little dicey–a big storm front was due to arrive . . . sometime. The forecasts ranged a good twelve hours in when it was expected to start raining.
This pushed the big ride for the weekend (45 miles) onto Saturday. Not only is it a higher priority, but that bike path tends to submerge after heavy rain. Last weekend was quite the aquatic adventure. I can ride two miles in the rain to coffeeneur if I must.
Luck would have it, though, that it rained mostly overnight and Sunday morning, and Sunday afternoon was lovely. Damp out, but lovely.
We elected to hit up the best tea place in town for chai.
The problem with the best tea place in town is that, despite being a hipster-y place, they don’t have a bike rack. Not so much as a tall signpost or a fence. So, you have to sit outside with the bike, and they don’t have much outdoor seating. Outside of coffeeneuring it isn’t a huge problem, since this shop is on the way to our #2 shop from last weekend. No tables? Bike on.
Conveniently, though, the tea place has taken over the vacant lot behind the building and turned it into a seating area. Very good to know. A little dampish, but quite serviceable. We picked the driest table.
Chai was delicious, as always.
I was a little silly to order the hot. It was FLAMINGLY hot and I think it took me an hour to drink it. Then I had a very ginger-y belly for the rest of my ride. But the hot is just so much better than the cold.
We left the tea place and went the long way home, cruising through the nice neighborhoods and looking at the over-the-top Halloween decorations. This year we’re on a continuum ranging from enormous inflatable animals to tasteful displays of mums and pumpkins. I was also proven right about the state of the local bike path–they put down new pavement, THEN decided to do extensive excavation work, so it is perpetually muddy. K: “Let’s go on the bike path! They cleaned up all the mud!” Me: “I think it rained four inches overnight. Don’t you think there will be new mud washed over?” Yep. New mud. Thankfully Florence is running a set of cyclocross tires these days.
Ten miles at toodling around speed:
Bringing me to about 55.5 for the weekend.