Booty update!

Everything was going great. I was cruising along, chatting with people, laps were flying by. Then the heavens opened up and it started to pour like I haven't seen here in a long time. It was crazy out there. Luke and I were about to go in and grab some food, but when it started to rain we just had to stay out. So we rode. Everyone was leaving the course. They were taking side roads to get back to camp. We started singing songs. "I can see clearly now the rain is gone! I can see all the obstacles in my way!" Or "Here I go again on my own! Walking down the only road I've ever known!" Then just screaming crazy stuff. "Allez, Allez, Ariba Ariba, Andale Andale." It was pouring so bad I couldn't see anything. There was so much water. It was like riding in a river. The water was getting to be ankle deep, even on the bike. Finally the police on duty made us stop riding and leave the route. We went back to camp and found our tent had collapsed. The rain had built up and was too much for the polls. They had broken in a couple spots. Luke and I rigged it up so there was enough room for the two of us to sit under there. Then we went to the food tent with literally a thousand other people and ate a burger. We called around and found out the rain wasn't going to let up for at least an hour. With us being soaked and not riding any more we started getting cold. So we decided to head back to my house. Which is where I am now. We tossed our stuff in the dryer and are getting ready to head back out. 30 miles down and a lot more to go. More later.