I continued anyway, but I figured that with my sore legs and a potential downpour on the way that I'd cut the ride down to nine miles. Things were going fine, and the stiffness finally worked itself out a couple of miles in. Then two frelling maniacs came roaring up behind me on a motorbike (totally verboten on the bike path), forcing me off onto the grass next to the path. Fortunately, I was able to keep control of the bike, but concentrating on that kept me from getting the license number as they sped away. Fuckwads.
The rest of the ride was uneventful, if chilly. I packed up the bike, and headed for home. Halfway home, I emerged from under the cloudbank, the sun was shining, and it was lovely once again. Must have been a coastal thing.