I wanted to get a ride in early-ish today, because I had the UPS waiting zone of 11AM-2PM. So I got down to Navy Pier around 10, then decided to turn back. Upon looking north, I saw a swath of black clouds descend that screamed "welcome to hell!" But I had a pretty tasty tailwind and figured I could make it home before Armageddon was unleashed. But the portentous announcement of "the beach is closing due to electrical storms in the area" should've clued me in.
I came upon a female rider who was going pretty damn fast and I kept a respectable distance, all the while the sky threatening to unleash Hell. Well, around that curve by the Rec drive totem pole, she hit the slick yellow stripe, and totally went down HARD. I stopped to make sure she was OK, as did a couple of joggers, and she maintained that all was well. Her bike looked/felt OK, and she was a little scraped up. So I tried again to book it home quickly.
So not more than a half mile later, all Hell finally erupted, with winds threatening to blow me sideways into the golf course fence. I decided to hop down into the underpass right pass Irving to wait it out. And not more than a few minutes later, several other cyclists came in for the very same. In fact, one of them was the woman who had just went down!
Not too long afterward, a few more precipitation refugees made their way in, including a couple of folks from Scotland who had just rented bikes from Bobby's. They pressed us for good bar/restaurant ideas. I recommended the Globe. We all had some pretty good conversation, and after what seemed like a HELLUVA long while, the sky's fury finally relented a bit, and I and another cyclist (turns out she lives just a bit north of me in Edgewater) hit the path. The sky was pretty calm, but there were areas where the sitting water was almost up to me knee. At one point, my fellow cyclist rode through some murky deepness and received a small branch in her chainring!
But all in all, I don't mind getting wet; after all, a life spent in the subtropics kinda steels one for this jive. ;-)
That being said, I had no idea what time it was. After stripping off my waterlogged clothes, I ran to see if UPS had been by, and was, of course, met with the sticker of doom: "We attempted 1st delivery; next one comes Monday." By the way, I put clothes on before running to check if UPS has been by. ;-)
So it goes. I'm phoneless until Monday, no real worse for the wear. But it was one Hell of a way to begin the day!