Friday - 07/30/2010 “Singin’ in the Rain, just Singin’ in the Rain” or “The forecast called for rain” Robert Cray, or “A hard rain’s gonna fall” Bob Dylan. Regardless of what you call it, I rolled out about 7:30 to a light shower that within 30 minutes had become a steady down pour. We had decided to meet at Wolfies, a local bar in Quasqueton some 40 miles away. I figured the best way to make it was to dial my brain to comfortably numb and ride. I only stopped once, for a nature call. I arrived in Quasqueton at 10:30, a walked into Wolfies. Of course five members of the “team” had already arrived. It was still raining. I had my celebratory beer and moved on. I must have bumped my derailleur on something because
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