Woke up three times last night as the rain came down in various rhythms and force. Pittering and light, thrumming and heavy, scattered and throbbing. But, it was coming down all night long. By midday today, actual puddles had appeared in the back yard and I had to rake fallen leaves out of the drains. Decidedly foreign activities. I’ve been preparing for tomorrow’s race by sitting inside catching up on bills and watching the rain drip down off the roof.
Right about now, the fine folks from Pilarcitos are hammering stakes into the ground out on Candlestick Point Park, marking out the course for tomorrow’s race. The rains Friday were a good thing, as the surface out there is rocky/bumpy and hard. It’s gopher heaven and it seems that every undulation and vertical aberration has been baked to a crispy crunch by the sun. Moisture will even things out a bit, soften things up a smidgen.
As the rains continue though, things will degrade a bit. In some places, it’s very sandy out there, so if it actually stops raining, that surface is likely to recover quickly, though providing an excellent grinding paste for drivetrain components… But, it’s also landfill out there, and as such creates puddles in odd places and much excitement for the crowds.
It’ll be fun. It’ll be interesting. It’s cross, baby!