Long, Slow Burn

Yesterday, our family was heading to my sister’s house for a get-together to celebrate my birthday. I decided to reward myself by riding over to their house on my bike. I had been working all morning and hadn’t looked at the weather. By the time I looked out the window and saw it was spitting rain, I had all of my gear on. I decided to push on. Georgia’s in a drought so I figured that it wouldn’t rain until the afternoon at least.

I headed out and half way there there was a downpour. I kept steady, allowing for greater stopping distance. No problem. I got through that part and it was only spitting rain the rest of the way and I arrived safely.

While I was at my sisters however, thunder was clapping and the rain was coming down. I couldn’t believe that it was raining this much.

It was time to leave and still raining. Luckily, the thunder and lightning had ended. I needed to stop for gas too as my fuel guage was blinking at me telling me that it was on it’s reserve supply now.

So I started out and quickly learned that my boots aren’t water proof. I stopped for gas and the shins of my jeans were soaked. I guess my windshield was doing some protection of my body. It’s funny to see the rain drops flipping forward towards the windshield off of my helmet. Strange wind flow patterns locally behind the windshield, I guess.

Well, I made it home. The traffic was light and my headlight modulator again paid for itself in making me seen by cars that would have otherwise turned in front of me.

I turned my boots upside down when I got home and water poured out of them. I’ll have to make sure they air out properly. My first ride in the rain is under my belt and it wasn’t too bad. I didn’t even have the proper gear and it wasn’t too bad. I like my motorcycle.