Desperate ride

In Ang Mo Kio, 11 km. The rain falls down. The umbrellas go up. From a drizzle to a downpour, I do my laps. Partly because I pretend to be training, partly because I'm desperate to cycle away / work out my work woes. I miss a turn. I jam my brakes. Wheels lock. Tyres screech. Rider is nonchalant and stays upright. The rain doesn't quite wash away my troubles, but I'm squeeze-my-clothes-and-see-water-gush wet. Of course, I'd cleaned my drivetrain over the weekend. But at least, my casette is behaving itself (it somehow got loose after my last ride, see below, but I got it fixed free of charge last night).