Woke up this morning; what a glorious-looking day. Got stuck into the chores and wrapped them up about lunch time. Mmm, coffee and a pie sounds good. Gear on, warm up the bike, noticing some black clouds above that hadn’t been there a little while earlier.
But it wasn’t raining, so off we go. I get to Yallah and the road is wet. Damn, they must have had a rain shower here a few minutes ago. Get to Murrays and the road is wetter and a few spots start to appear on the visor. Look up and that big, black cloud is hovering over the escarpment. Toss the mental coin, nup, not worth the risk.
Turn around and start to head home and, as I do, it starts to belt down. Get to the airport through the shower, and past the roundabout the rain stops, and, by the time I get back to Dapto, not only has it stopped raining, but the road is dry and it hasn’t rained here at all.
Nevertheless, not going to take the punt. Bike in the shed, walk inside to make lunch and, 20 minutes later, down comes the rain.
It really was just never going to happen.
I’ll ride in the rain if I get caught in it, or if, for some reason I have to, but I won’t ride in it by choice. God invented cars for motorcyclists to use on rainy days.
