So as I’m drinking my coffee this morning in lovely gent, Belgium, I glance out to the window to catch my old friend, Mr. Sunny blue sky. So I take my espresso to the dome and begin the process of getting dressed to ride. Every ride has some sorta tactic to getting ready, I generally throw everything I think I need into a pile, then throw it on. Whatever that’s not important. On to the belgian inevitable . The moment I zip my jersey and get my shoes on, the rain starts. Out of nowhere! it’s 45 minutes later now and it’s still raining. Where the hell did the blue skies go? I don’t know, they are gone. But I’m patiently waiting on the return. I’ve done too many rides in the rain this year to start wet again, so I wait. I suppose another cup of coffee is in store? I think Yes.