All is not lost!

So here's the deal.

It does in fact rain in the desert, and when it rains...IT RAINS.

We left the house today with temps in the low 40's and some good old fashioned new england style rain. Gross, I know. But hey...nothing else to do. May as well drive some bikes.

Up we saddled and off we went. 5 min Later Peter gets a flat...5 minutes after that Adam (not me) gets a flat. We debate going back. We don't. Off on the ride.

When we finally get out of town...some 45 minutes later, it's still raining and Peter decides that he's all set. Cold and wet he heads back home. Can't blame him because it was gross. Adam and I soldier on. THE RAIN STOPS!!! The sun comes out, and its nice, a little cold, but nice and sunny. We ride up mission intent on re-riding the shootout route. But this time, we're in no hurry at all. We rode steady all the way out mission, zoomed back down the other side and turned onto Nogales Highway with a sweet tailwind. Now, not wanting to catch back up to the storm that we just outran, we make a decision. Time to stop for some food.

In case you weren't aware of this, Tucson is pecan country. So as we rode through the endless pacan "farms?" we had the hankering for some pecan pie...so what did we do? Stopped and got one. We split the pie, it was oh so good. Hopped back on the 10 speeds and tenspeeded home.

Back into town Adam got another flat and his tube was broke. I gave him one of mine. Fixed it up, and coasted to the coffee shop. After a quick espresso it was finally time to go home. It was dark by this point, and the day turned out to be a great one. We're going long tomorrow, and will perhaps go out for mexican food at night. I'll let you know.