I could already hear it when I was still in bed.  The probably most horrible weather for cycling, well apart from -5 °C and snow outside, but that is unlikely to happen here in Perth.

So rain and gusty wind it was.  I was already drenched when passing the Narrow’s Bridge.  I was already out here in the horizontal rain so I thought there might be still two or more brave ones who decided themselves against crawling back under the blanket. 

Arriving at the car park around seven I saw that I was the only one out here.  It stopped raining as well now, but still no one else was here.  Would I be able to find the way out to the hills?  Are there still some people to come and I should wait?  Am I too late?  All these questions could be answered with a no, unfortunately.  

So I jumped on the cycle path down the river and did a short round between the bridges.  The sprint at the bell tower against myself wasn’t as fun as usual and also not as competitive.  As I rolled back home the next clouds came crawling in… 

I guess it wasn’t that much of a cycling morning!  Should I bother getting up early the next rainy Sunday?

Jens