I don't know about other places (except Augusta, and Augusta was not like this), but come summer, we get summer showers. Like every day. Like an angry thunderstorm that suddenly appears about the time that you want to go home from work and then drenches you. Angrily. And once you decide that you can't ride, it magically clears. Like the weather man is bipolar. And angry.
|Making him trot through the wet half of the ring.|
|Gratuitous photo of local wildlife.|