Into Every Life . . .
Posted August 16th, 2008 at 05:13 AM by Garage Logician
Updated August 16th, 2008 at 05:22 AM by Garage Logician
Updated August 16th, 2008 at 05:22 AM by Garage Logician
. . .a little rain must fall.
Hard to believe my nephew's wedding is two weekends past already. How does that old saying go? Time flies when you're having fun? Sure, I'll buy that (and I want that Florida swamp land too). Time flies regardless, having fun or otherwise really doesn't seem to be a factor. Anyway the ride to the Minneapolis/St. Paul area was exceptional, the bike acting up on the way to the wedding was also exceptional (more than that I best not say). The ride home Sunday (8-3-08) was also exceptional but in it's own unique way. The bike behaved amazingly well but within two hours of getting on the road the sky before us was black and filled with brilliant flashes and chest pounding sub-sonics. We managed to get raingear on just in time and found ourselves riding in amazing rainfall to say nothing of the light show and audio stuff people often wish they could have captured with high end microphones and recording equipment. Needless to say at that time our concern was keeping the rubber on the road and hoping we were moving with traffic (being moving targets is still preferable to being nearly invisible while parked on the shoulder IMHO).
Although our Cordura jackets were claimed waterproof, Janice and I quickly learned that in this kind of rain that ain't necessarily so. Once I told her I didn't believe the waterproof claim and asked how she was doing. Her reply back was a cheerful (considering the circumstances) 'all is fine'. I knew it was my mistake to not include not just raingear pants but also the jackets. Silly me trusting the waterproof claim.
About the time the "monsoon" (yeah, I'm exaggerating) let up we came to a fuel stop/convenience store. Janice grabbed dry clothing from the trailer while I filled with gas. In the meantime my brother bragged about how well his raingear kept him dry except for his crotch (my comments I leave to your imagination). We chatted with a couple bikers coming from where we were heading and warned them they might get drenched. They assured us it would not be the first time.
Our homeward journey thereafter brought clear skies, warm riding and high humidity. About 5 to 6 miles west of Wahpeton Janice and I bade farewell to my brother and went our separate ways toward home. It had been a weekend to reminisce over many times in the future.
Hard to believe my nephew's wedding is two weekends past already. How does that old saying go? Time flies when you're having fun? Sure, I'll buy that (and I want that Florida swamp land too). Time flies regardless, having fun or otherwise really doesn't seem to be a factor. Anyway the ride to the Minneapolis/St. Paul area was exceptional, the bike acting up on the way to the wedding was also exceptional (more than that I best not say). The ride home Sunday (8-3-08) was also exceptional but in it's own unique way. The bike behaved amazingly well but within two hours of getting on the road the sky before us was black and filled with brilliant flashes and chest pounding sub-sonics. We managed to get raingear on just in time and found ourselves riding in amazing rainfall to say nothing of the light show and audio stuff people often wish they could have captured with high end microphones and recording equipment. Needless to say at that time our concern was keeping the rubber on the road and hoping we were moving with traffic (being moving targets is still preferable to being nearly invisible while parked on the shoulder IMHO).
Although our Cordura jackets were claimed waterproof, Janice and I quickly learned that in this kind of rain that ain't necessarily so. Once I told her I didn't believe the waterproof claim and asked how she was doing. Her reply back was a cheerful (considering the circumstances) 'all is fine'. I knew it was my mistake to not include not just raingear pants but also the jackets. Silly me trusting the waterproof claim.
About the time the "monsoon" (yeah, I'm exaggerating) let up we came to a fuel stop/convenience store. Janice grabbed dry clothing from the trailer while I filled with gas. In the meantime my brother bragged about how well his raingear kept him dry except for his crotch (my comments I leave to your imagination). We chatted with a couple bikers coming from where we were heading and warned them they might get drenched. They assured us it would not be the first time.
Our homeward journey thereafter brought clear skies, warm riding and high humidity. About 5 to 6 miles west of Wahpeton Janice and I bade farewell to my brother and went our separate ways toward home. It had been a weekend to reminisce over many times in the future.
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