The weather here has been wetter than people think it should be. It doesn't stop some of them from driving at the same breakneck speed they do when an accident some where up stream gives them clear sailing from a down stream on ramp.
Riding the Harley in such weather scares the hell out of the women in my life (my wife, daughters-in-law, co-workers, my boss - she ordered me not to ride the Harley! Ha!) but adds a bit of excitement to what is an otherwise mundane day. It's just the spray, the rain, the fog, the old eyes, makes it a real challenge to avoid the murderous assaults by the caged drivers. Lucky thing my rain suit is bright canary yellow...
One thing about the nasty weather is it stirs up the crows. While most time times there's a lookout crow and an occasional cohort in the area, when it's stormy the murders gather and turn the sky into black winged chaos as they look for a group home or something. It's a sight, one of God's little presents for us if we but look.
Last Wednesday the Lovely and Talented Miss Dorothy volunteered us to muster at the Anaheim National Guard Armory to feed the cold and hungry homeless. To call them derelicts might be unfair, but the social workers who minister to them say there are few sober ones among them. Many of the women had children, young and old enough to at least work in a burger joint. What was disturbing was how they all knew exactly what the routine was.....
The experience wasn't without, ah, reward. Both Miss Dorothy and I came down with what must have been food poisoning, and malady I wish on no one. I know what "deathly ill" means. Though we didn't partake of any food (they get food from the prison!) something there made us sick, from which I have yet to recover.
Today's ride, a muddy, windy 'sprint' up the hills.
13.97 miles 1:24:13:33
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