The somewhat infamous Sunday morning "Dans Macabre" ride took place in the rain today. I was the only rider to show up at the start, that doesn't happen often but I wasn't surprised with the weather scaring off the fair-weather riders and a local racing event in Union City (south of Atlanta) drawing the competitive riders. No problem, I rode at a comfortable pace and even stopped at the half-way point for a convenience store cup of coffee.
The route, from my house and back, is a metric century (100 kilometers = 62 miles) and includes some climbs like the rough paved Jack Pittman Road. Not an easy route even with ideal conditions.
Going fast and winning races is exciting and often fun, but at the end of the day it is not the reason I ride. Today's solo ride in the rain felt good and reminded me again why I am a cyclist.