Bicycle Kitty

Overcast became mist became drizzle became rain on the way to the cafe the Sunday morning after STP.  The plan was to climb Larch Mountain.  No fenders, no jacket, no fun. 

We rode out to Stark and 200 and something street, where I wussed.  If I turn here, I can go home, I confessed to my friends.  They all agreed and followed me home for chili and beer and of course, sunshine.

Then, off to the STP finish line to cheer on the two day riders.  And, finally, the Sunset Mystery Ride, which we missed.  Watched the Sprockettes rehearsing and rode out to the bluffs instead.  And home.