Day 17 of rain, rain, rain. I thought I lived in New England not Washington. So I strapped up in jeans and tall Smartwool socks. I was at my parents all week so I didn't have all my fancy wicking polyester gear.
And you know what? It felt so much better to ride like this- sort of like a kid again. When it didn't matter if your front wheel made a clicking sound and your chain needed to be greased.