Second day in a row rain interrupted my planned bike ride. I set out at 9:33 AM on my Cervelo Caledonia bike to ride my most often used route, “Atascocita – Walden – Huffman”. The weather looked okay but the clouds dominated the sky. Starting over an hour earlier than yesterday I was optimistic that I could finish the ride before the rain arrived. Was I mistaken!

As I rode east over Lake Houston on FM 1960 I felt a few sprinkles of rain and as I neared the eastern shore I could see the road was wet and cars had their windshield wipers on. I moved off FM 1960 into the Lake Houston Brewery parking lot to decide if I wanted to keep riding or wait a few minutes. I decided to keep on riding. The road was wet but not raining. That didn’t last long after I made the turn onto Fairlake Lane it started raining and I stopped at the church. There was a pickup truck there and the man inside said he stopped mowing the grass to wait for the rain to stopped. I went to the church’s porch, leaned my bike against the pillar and sat on the bench to wait for the rain to stop. It wasn’t too long until the rain mostly stopped and I resumed the ride. About 1/2 mile later I passed two cyclists going north and we exchanged hellos. Rounding the corner onto Old Atascocita Road and up over the railroad tracks I saw rain ahead. Looking for a place to get out of the rain I rode to the Baptist Truth Mission church to get under the porch. Not long after I arrived a man came out and asked how I was and I said wet. He drove off and a couple of minutes later two more men came out. We chatted for awhile as the rain stopped and then started again harder than before. One of the men was the pastor and he offered me a ride home. I told him it looked like the rain might stop but it didn’t. He showed me the weather radar on his phone and the rain was everywhere I was going to ride so I accepted his ride home. I wish I could remember his name. The two men told me they noticed all of the cyclists and rollerbladers passing on Old Atascocita Road and they put a faucet on the side of the church for people to get water. They put a sign out too.

Driving home with the pastor we chatted about family, jobs, and churches. As we drove west on Old Atascocita road we passed another wet cyclist. It was good to get home and not ride in the rain. Maybe tomorrow I will get to ride the route I planned.