Scary, aren't they?
I shot this on my way out of town last night. It was a nice 45 minute ride to go help out with a project some friends are working on. I checked the hourly weather before I committed, and had I been able to leave on time to come home, I would have gotten back before the rain storm hit. No such luck.
It was starting to sprinkle just as I pulled out the driveway. By the time i got to the road, all hope of being in any way dry even if i turned aound and went back had vanished.
It took me 45 minutes to ride what usually takes me 15 before I got to the 1st available stopping point, because I'm out on long winding country roads, in the dark, on a motorcycle, (so of course, one headlight) and with wet and fogged up glasses, in a total down-pour. At least my brain was dry, because I was onviously sitting it. ( You probably were way ahead of me concluding this, right?
Oh well. Best laid plans put aside for God's practical jokes. Right? Heh . . . it gets better. I stopped and had a coffee, and sure enough, it let up substantially in about 40 minutes, so I rode the rest in "normal ho-hum rain." So that part went as expected . . .
Yes, it did stop about 3 or 4 miles before I got back. Yup. This was also 100% expected. I mean, why not, right? But here's what REALLY hurts . . .
I guess I should have brought my rain gear . . . you know . . . just in case.
NAHHHHHHH
Yeah, I was chuckling at myself all the way home. Life's too full of REAL Schmidt to whine endlessly about the weather.