When I called my sister and told her it was going to be raining on Friday when I arrived in AZ, she said, "Good! At least we won't have to worry about the dust storms!" I haven't lived in AZ in over 35 years, but I can't remember this much water sitting on the ground in November when I lived here.
Picacho Peak even looked under the weather when we drove by...but when we got to Tucson, we came across a dedicated breed of enthusiasts who didn't let the rains stop them!
This was not a warm southwestern rain either. It was a cold to the bone Indiana kinda of rain, but it didn't stop these riders.
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