Alex and I snuck off for a few hours of riding in the hills this afternoon when it was in the mid-60s - that was quite a change from the past few days of riding. It cooled off a lot later in the ride, but it sure was nice to be in shorts again.
I flatted on the ride back over Olde Stage Road as it got dark. Then riding back through a neighborhood about half a mile from the apartment, I suddenly found my rear wheel drifting to the side a bit. I straightened it out and though, "huh, is my rear tire going flat again?" As I thought that, my rear wheel started sliding away again, and I was then abruptly on my ass sliding very quickly across the ground as Alex pedaled along at the same speed. Ten feet or so later I realized I was sliding on ice! And after 4 days of 60+ degrees?! Sure enough. An awful grinding noise as my bike hit asphalt and ground against it signaled the end to my slide, and I was rudely decelerated. Now I have some mild road rash in places that makes sitting rather uncomfortable.
One more day here, and then I'm off to Camp Lynda for a long weekend of training with a big group of endurance freaks!