Water was everywhere today: on the road, running alongside the road, running across the road, in the creeks, and especially all over me and the Waterford. It's truly a big storm, people.
There was some intermittent relief from pouring rain but not enough to matter in what was one of the wettest cycling days in my experience. Too wet to eat or drink much. Too much work.
Rain makes you ride slower. There's something called rolling resistance which is increased due to the friction of water on the road. You back off on downhills, to minimize the chance of a spill. Also, there are those stops to add or adjust clothing. My fingers are incredibly clumsy, so even simple operations are basically impossible. In addition, when I move my arms there's the uncomfortable sensation of water running down them. Water probably sneaked in through the open pit zips.
Tires go flat more often on wet days. A microscopic layer of flotsam and jetsam is lying on the road at any point in time. The water provides a vehicle for that stuff to stick to the tires and work their mischief. On this point I can report that the Ruffy Tuffies came through with flying colors - no flats! Also, great traction on the wet pavement. The road surface from Lucia to Gorda is extremely marginal, with lots of weird pavement anomalies and sudden drops that are hard to see until you're there. Ruffy Tuffy!
A delivery guy at Ragged Point just watched as I rolled through the parking lot. "That must be fun..." he said in my direction.
Coming into Cambria, it started dumping rain. Heavy rain pretty much since the second Gorda climb. The snails were having some kind of party in the shoulder and I dodged them like crazy. The stretched-out earthworms were with me on the road today, too. Otherwise, no company. This was not the first downpour but it's never good for morale to end a ride soaked and alone.
A note to the traveler: when the sign says San Simeon, 6 miles, it refers to the outermost boundary of the greater San Simeon area. And when the next sign says Cambria, 6 miles it too refers to the greater Cambria area. It is still 23 miles from Ragged Point into Cambria, and will always be.
The nice hostel folks break the news to me gently that I don't have a single room. It's a reservation snafu. In fact, I have a spotless upper bunk in a tiny 4-bunk dorm. No place for my stuff, no real way to dry it for tomorrow. My roomates are all (great) guys, which complicates every little thing.
Told myself if tomorrow is like this, I might have to take the train to LA. However, the forecast for tomorrow is improving. The skies are pretty quiet right now so the rain might be tapering off. Also, I promised Danny to bail out if it was dangerous to continue. At the moment, misery in spades. Danger, no....