Pete and set out on the bikes at 9 am. About 5 miles from home we stopped for gas and Pete asked if I was sure I wanted to go. I told him i thought the weather would clear and that I wanted to go.
25 mikes from home we had to take shelter from the coming rain. We spent the next 2.5 hours in a gas station trying to wait it out. When it finally started clearing we debated about continuing or going home. Pete pointed out that we were already that far, may as well continue.
So we did. 30 minutes later o admitted defeat. The winds are 20-25, but gusting to 40. The last stretch of road left me ehite knuckled. There were a few times I didn't think I would stay upright.
So here I sit, at a Walmart feeling guilty. Pete road my bike home to get the car for me. So he'll have done the 1.25 hot ride 4 times today. He lives me and I am grateful he's so understanding.