Cecelia, Where Are You?

She tried to hide, got found. She made the excuse that she had no bars or brakes, she got fixed. She bit me on the way out the door (pedal to the shin), she got put out in the rain. After realizing a few days ago that I hadn't riden in serious rain since Hamilton in June, I made the mistake of actually stating the fact while talking to Mom last night. Guess what it was doing when I woke at 5am. When I got up at 6 it had stopped, but as I took out the trash it came down again. I threw on the rain suit, took the quick route, brought lunch and extra clothes. Better a few miles than none.