Rained On! Rained Over, rained through!
So, the other day I got caught in the rain in the middle of a really bad down pour! “How bad?” you might ask… Well, it was windy, REALLY windy a lot! Like 50 to 60 mph gusts! The rain came down in a torrential wall of nearly 2 inches in a 35 to 40 minute flood. There was lightning and there was thunder. Add to that – that I was on the bike going 50 mph and you get the idea. OH – I forgot to mention! I had NO rain gear with me. None.
As if heavy rain ISN’T a big enough pain in the ass! Driving on a motorcycle through a 50 mph wind while you are doing 50 mph hurts. Blue jeans, t-shirt, boots soaked through and through. I literally had to wring my socks out in order to walk into the house with out leaving puddles! As if THAT isn’t bad enough I pull into a gas station with a bi huge cover over the gas pumps and realize my accessories were soaked. Nothing seems more annoying when you look like you took a swim and people are walking by and saying, “nice day for a ride isn’t it?” Snicker, snicker, snicker. Yeah asshole! It was a GREAT day for a ride 25 minutes ago, now it’s just a GREAT day for you to get hit by an out of control car or lightning!
Everybody a comedian. The ride should have taken me 35 to 40 minutes max. It took nearly an hour and a half! What’s better than getting drowned and snarky comments from asshats? Walking into the gas station and asking the little girls at the Subway Counter for a bag for you watch and cell phone. Good times, I had to use a sub bag to be able to put my freaking stuff back in my pockets in order to not kill it from how wet my pants were!
What’s worse than ALL of this? No dry gloves anymore! AND no saddle bag to put the crap in! SO I have to wear my soaked gloves until I get home, so my hands are wet and cold and slippery. Are you getting the picture? It was like driving with oil on the grips for the first few minutes, after that it just sucked, big time. It took two days for the gloves to dry out! That’s how wet they were and there’s leather on them so I couldn’t just throw them in the dryer. Nope, didn’t want to possibly shrink them. They are my favorite gloves and they were incredibly hard to find because I have midget hands. They are always special order and they are not cheap when you have to order extra-small! So, the branch barrell became our glove tree.
All in all, it would have been a great ride, except for the rain and the lightning and thunder, dampness after and having a pocket full of a plastic bag holding all my little things in it so they don’t get toasted. ASIDE, from all that! It would have been a great ride. Note to self: always have your sissy bar bag on even though it tooks gay. Because looking like a pissed off, drowned rat, is even gayer!
All hail the drying Glove Tree!
-HBom
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