Riding in the storm
Raindrops bounce, rivers on road
Pants not waterproof
So, I stopped in at Hot Rod’s to chat with her and tackle as they changed tackle’s oil, and also to show off my loaner. Of course, the time I chose to leave coincided directly with a thunderstorm moving from my place to hers. The rain was coming down in sheets, visibility was extremely limited and I would hope that any cultures of miniture people resident in these parts had built arks, otherwise their civilizations went the way of Atlantis. The smart thing to do would probably have been to wait for a few minutes more at Hot Rod’s, but we had no idea how long it would last, nor how bad it would be. Thankfully I’d taken the R1150R rather than the Ducati!
Oh, and my pants have some sort of design flaw that allows pools of water to come in at, hmm, a sensitive region. Rather cooling. Baileys and hot chocolate were definitely called for when I got home.
But Hot Rod took these pictures of me on the beast: