Friday night I went to a friends house. I got home from my office so I could get my bike, and pack a few things. I was sure to grab a tool or two so I could get the bike rolling again if something really screwed up. I'm glad I did....
The night was distrubingly humid. 90 something percent humidity and somethhing like eighty degrees. I checked the weather forcast and there were a coupple of wonderfully large banks of thunderstoms coming. I started to chicken out. I got everything packed, anything water sensitive I put inside a plastic bag, and then went out to my bike. I looked up at the sky and decided that riding the bike would be a bad plan becuase I'm still a new rider and the prospect of 70mph in the rain wasn't sounding so good to me.
I hopped on the bike and rode around the block. When I got back to the house I decided that I'm going to ride, rain or no rain. I shutdown the bike and went in to get my backpack and a few other things to go. I went out to the bike, and much to my suprise, I had no headlight. The tach and speedo were unlit as well. I took the time to do a little troubbleshooting. I had blown the headlight fuse. Thankfully the bike had a spare fuse in the fuse cover and I went ahead and swapped out the fuse.
I had packed everything water sensitive in plastic, so the rain held off. However just as I passed under the flyover that goes from 355 to 88 my headlight died. This time I had to pull my turn signal fuse to replace the headlight fuse. So I rode half the way to my destination with no turn signals, no gearshift indicator, and no oil light.
That night my bike saw rain. Lots of rain. I was in the house, and I was worrying about my bike. But.. it seemed to shrug the water off. Other than a LITTLE water pooled around the plugs the bike was unaffected. It started right up the next day. The ride home was somewhat more eventfull. My plastic baggies magic wore off and the rain came while driving home. Really just a little drizzle, but pleanty to make things damp. And to make those rubber asphalt sealing strips a lot like a slip-n-slide.
Coming out of the first toll on 88 I ran into my first "real" problem. I ran directly over a 30-40 foot long eight inch wide strip of that icky, nasty black rubbery stuff. The bike danced back and fourth as it tried to find traction. Thankfuly, both the bike and I are ok. And a huge lesson was learned. I was very carefully avoiding anything that might not let water runoff easily the whole way home.
So despite being a little damp when we got home, my friend skreemer and I went off to have lunch at dennys. This time, voluntarily going out for a ride in the rain. The temprature was good, and the rain felt good. Helmets do an amazing job of self clearing water off the visor. This is the mark that I think differentiates the casual rider from a real rider. It's what seperates real paintball players from the casual ones. Being willing to go out ininclemat weather, and not thinking anything different of it.
Riding in the rain is just as nice as any other time, it's just a slightly different set of challenges. However, I am buying a rainsuit ;-)
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