|Excerpt From CyclingNews.com|
Domestics is a term coined by a former teammate, a civil way of saying, “I’ve named the dust bunnies in my living room.” He used it as a reason he couldn’t ride, but think he had it sort of backwards. I save the domestics for when I can’t ride, like last night. That’s what cyclists do when it rains. In a sport that more or less depends on fair weather to enjoy, there’s a reason to smile when it rains. While it may be close to crawling away on its own, the VW Beetle sized pile of dirty clothes at the foot of your bed isn’t going to wash itself.
I wrangled the recyclables and cleaned the cat boxes. It was 5:45pm. With black clouds creeping closer, raindrops tapped on the windows. Normally on a Tuesday, I’d be filling water bottles and searching for the ever elusive taillight. Like a bad friend cancelling a date, the rain waits to fall 30 minutes before the group ride starts. At least I saw it coming on radar. I had an hour or more to kill before there’d even be a chance to clip in.
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