Bicycling Is Proof That God Loves Us And Wants Us To Have Fun

Hi my name is Dave, I was thinking of starting up a blog so bear with me please.
I am 58 years old, work more then full time, engaged to a good woman, who puts up without complaint to me spending most my spare time, money, thoughts, and planning on bicycling riding. So with that I will proceed.

This past weekend I rode two gravel metric centuries back to back. Was hot and grueling. Metric #1 I was able to keep a hard crank going, drank lots of water, and finished strong.
Metric #2 another hot day, was dragging, but kept forcing myself to keep the pace moving. Stopped and rested three times for 15 minutes each, something I rarely do, but was needed. Even took off my shoes and socks to cool down, and almost fell asleep here or maybe I did, I'm not sure. My blood felt like lead paste to get things pumping again.

I had to take two days off the bike due to a small medical procedure I had done to my knee on Monday morning, a shot of lube, synvisc to be exact. Maybe I was supposed to take off the bike a few more days, but I forgot my doctor's orders.

Tonight after work the weather forecast had flash flood warnings out. It was really super humid out, but I was anxious to get some ride time in, and didn't see anything significant on the weather radar. That sure changed in a hurry. I seemed to have good energy, was riding hard and sweating profusely with the high humidity. The rain started. I could taste my sweat as rain washed my face, my eyes burned, I realized how much salt you lose by sweating. Then downpours, and then lightening and thunder all around me.

What happened next I will never ever forget. I started feeling an electrical charge building up across my soaking wet back. I thought I am going to get struck by lightening, I might get toasted right here. I thought stay on bike, I wasn't sure why, but felt that would be the safest place to be. The next instance a loud crack and lightening bolt went off all around me. So I'm thinking I need to pedal straight home as fast as I can and get off the street before I am zapped. Then it was one lightening bolt after another, 12 inches of water in the street. I started feeling the tingling again, and then BAMM!!!!!!! another lightening strike seemed to be all around.
 me.

That does it. I pulled into a unloading area at an old folks home, called my lady, begged for a ride, and she obliged.
I'm thinking of maybe packing lights tomorrow on my after work ride so I can ride after dark, to make up for the shortened trip tonight. Told ya, seems I spend most my spare time pedaling these days.