Apr 24, 2014
My first: I rode my bike in the pouring rain.
The evening drizzle was teasing the pavement. My mission was to take a bike ride in a pouring rain…not a drizzle. I kept gazing out my kitchen window to see if it was really going to let loose. I finally gave up the wait and hit the streets.
The drops hit my face alerting me to what was about to come, a downpour. It started coming down pretty good when I saw kids having enough sense to head for cover. Before it really pummeled me, I asked one of the boys, Luke, to take my photo which he kindly obliged. Then I rode past the other kids and jokingly asked “what are you guys doin’ out here in this weather?” They laughed.
The free flowing rain was slowing giving birth to a full blown storm. And I kept riding. I took the long way around the subdivision to take it all in. Cars were passing me by, either on their way home or on their way out for the evening. I’ve done THAT before…but now I was doing something instead. Call me crazy? They probably did. I call it free to be free.
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