OK, I know that's kinda mean. And it's not really their fault. The weather in the spring is just frickin' unpredictable. I guess what I really hate is springtime. Which leads me to another point. I know many people that say their favorite season is fall. They like the cooler temps and the changing color of the leaves. Phooey. I hate fall. Fall sucks. You know why? Because fall means two things: 1) Summer's over; and B) Winter's coming.
Anyway, my tirade on weather forecasting is due to the events on Saturday. All week long the forecast had been for bad weather on Saturday. Typically I ignore the forecasts until the 24-hour period directly preceding the activity for which I need a forecast. Sure enough, Friday night, all the local news forecasters and even the online weather sites were predicting rain and scattered thunderstorms for Saturday. I woke up early on Saturday and again checked all the weather websites - same story - a chance of severe weather in the afternoon.
I am disappointed because the race course for Saturday is one of my favorites - Sugar Grove. But the course has some serious descents which are sketchy enough even when it's dry (ask Mitch Tallan about them - he beefed heavy there last year) and I wasn't thrilled with the prospect of trying to negotiate them on slick roads. And with gas hovering at $3.85 per gallon, I opted not to make the drive down to Sugar Grove.
Idiot.
Turned out to be a beautiful day.
Oh, well. At least I thrashed myself severly on my training ride trying to simulate same race-type efforts.
I hate spring.
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