Ignoring warnings from my bike partner, we rode 15 miles out the Palouse Highway and down to the golf course. It's a hill course and although not long, quite daunting. My partner kept warning me that we were going to catch the rain but I preferred not to listen, maintaining that we could chase the music and find our way home in time to beat the rain. I rode standing up and singing along to very nearly the entire score of 'Jersey Boys.'
Didn't make it. Back on the highway after the 6 mile ride up a steep hill, it began to rain. Then thunder. Then lightning. We're on the highway in thunder and lightning. It's not like he didn't warn me, too. By the time we make it back to the south hill and down the hill, the water is pooled in the streets and we ride in four inches of water down Rockwood. And it's dark. I have long stopped singing. We arrive at Bellemaison to small piles of snow? hail? on the flowerbeds down by the street at the bottom of the driveway. The Chows pounce on me as I put my bike away, saying Are ya out of yer mind there? What were ya thinkin ?
I dunno. I love to ride. And except for getting my nano wet, I loved riding in the dark, in the thunder and lightning. It was sooo cool! And that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
The 'Kan EWA