Descending the gentle 3 miles into town, I resembled a drunk on a bicycle. Whoa - that front wheel has a mind of its own, and the road is very wet. Downtown, things deteriorated. No, I didn't get pulled over for drunk driving, instead Mike's front brake fell off. Evidently he forgot to put one of the bolts back in after he made some changes to the brake. Sort of embarrassing for a former bike mechanic, but we won't go there.

Now it's raining AND thundering, so we decide to go to Absolute Bikes to get a bolt and get out of the rain. Riding through town, stopping at the ATM, we have to endure embarrassing questions like:
"Hey where are you from?" Answer: "here"
"Where are you going?" Answer: "here"
People are befuddled (which goes nicely with my erratic, drunk-riding behavior.)
We start to question the whole concept of "dry run". Here it's wet, and we ask ourselves the very important question: "if we were ACTUALLY on the trip, what would we do?" The correct answer from any cyclist worth his or her beans is: "GO DRINK COFFEE." Which is what we do. Briefly, I feel bad and suggest that we should soldier on and go camping anyway - to see what else might go awry. Mike wisely points out, again, that, "if we were ACTUALLY on the trip, we would get a hotel on a day like this." Happily, we have a free hotel in town - our house! And so we head home, take showers, and go out for Thai food.

A brief confession. I don't know about you, but I find it irritating when couples wear similar clothing. Today, I looked over and there was Mike looking just like me - in a yellow rain jacket, with matching panniers, black rain pants, and the same blue Surly Long Haul Trucker (is that the best name ever, or what?) Ack! How did this happen? Mike offered the following consolation, "well your rain jacket has duct tape all over the sleeves, so we're not EXACTLY alike. And besides, with all that duct tape holding your jacket together, no one will think that you have anything worth stealing on the ride." Always seeing the bright side, isn't he? I'm thinking that with the erratic steering and the duct tape, I'm looking more like someone who should be picked up for disorderly conduct.
But actually, I got the steering thing down so things are looking up. Tonight we sleep in our comfy beds, and tomorrow we go for a really long ride.