Yup... raining... something on the order of 5" of that beer without the good parts falling on the roof 24/7 for two days...
And then... and THEN... and THEN... it stopped! HooYa! now I can ride... right?
Uh... Nope...
Two days later... the sun shining brightly... the breeze blowing lightly... and it's time! Right?
Nope...
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| *48 hours after the cessation of rainfall... and things are still a mite gooey* |
It's warm... and it's dry everywhere but the ground underneath. The legs of the rig sank two inches into the ground... the tires on one side wallowed deeper into the once hardpan... now softpan... The rig (our home) starting to lean out of level like a modern wheeled tower of Pizza... uh... Pisa.
And the bike... That lovely red headed, big bootied, lusty two wheeled seductress rolled down the ramp... into the muck and mire...
She didn't roll... push... wallow far before she whispered to the wishful thinker straddling her back; "It ain't gonna happen today cowboy... it's three hundred yards to the road... and four miles to the pavement... we'd best give it another day..."
So he flipped the switch and shut down the rumbling V-twin resting in her frame and lumbered through the clinging clay...cussing... to wait for another day.
Grab Your Handles and Ride.
Brian
3 comments:
Somehow me thinks your language might have been more colorful that the blue sky and red earth.
How frustrating to have sunshine and clear skies and be trapped by the muck not trying fast enough.
It is good to have first world problems.
Down here in Casa Grande it rained but we have paved roads LOL
It seems so fitting, your being stuck and all. Such a reflection of your inner self lately. Stuck. In the mud. And the rain. . .
How long until you're free to ride, do you think?
Sash
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