I haven't ridden a lick this weekend! A big storm came in off the Pacific on Friday night and hasn't let up on Chico. And when I say storm, I mean it's raining sheets, and our yard has puddles big enough for the dogs to drink out of.
Call me a fairweather cyclist, but 30 miles in pouring rain and 48 degrees isn't my invitation to hit the pavement.
On to a new week, and my Kreiter rollers in Santa Clara...
On a different note, I did pick up some new fenders and a fat headlight for the daily commute.