There is an unmistakable energy that rain adds to a ride. It’s the trickle of icy water that infiltrates the neck of your rain coat. The greasy film on the rocks and roots that make the smallest obstacles momentous. And the front tire roost that sprays grit in your grin that’s a reminder you are in motion, cutting a path across soggy earth. Riding in the rain is invigorating.
After living in rain-stricken Vancouver for a year I can’t escape the idea that some of the best rides are conducted mid-monsoon. And if we here in VT didn’t bend the “too wet to ride” rule once in a while, our days would be restricted beyond sanity. That’s what I tell myself because rainy days are some of my favorites.