note to self: the current temperature is NOT a forecast, even if it is the only thing you're interested in in the morning. no fenders. no rain pants or tights or anything. just me and my khakis and rooster tails of filthy strip district run-off. thankfully, it wasn't too cold.

silver lining: another pair of work khakis graduated to cut-off status. for the first time, i had pants come uncuffed on me in the rain and drop into the drivetrain. based on how hard it yanked before tearing free, and the surprising degree of sprain-ish pain it caused in my tugged-of-war ankle tissue (thankfully, something that passed very quickly, but it gave me a scare), i'm pretty much thankful i didn't drop to the pavement just as i was crossing the opposing lane below stanton's last blind curve, which could easily have been lethal.