The weather gods were not happy with me after yesterday's post, where I basically told them to go F themselves. A fast moving (and not surprisingly; 'very isolated') cloud system came in hard and fast, just to visit me on the ride home. I call it a "cloud" system, rather than a "storm" system, because it really was just one solitary cloud. There was sunshine behind me, in front of me, to my left...but not to my right. To my right was the aforementioned cloud, all full of blackness and nastiness.
I thought I'd be able to outrun it but a chance meeting on the exit stairwell with a coworker (wanting to discuss a project I'm trying to cancel), delayed me by a mere 5 minutes. That 5 miutes was all the weather gods needed to muster their wrath.
As I mentioned, I thought I could outrun it so I didn't even bother to put my riding pants on. I figured the time would be better spent trying to get out of dodge, than making sure my legs were weather-protected. I would soon rue that decision.
I hadn't even made it out of Natick before the raindrops began falling. And they were big 'uns! (As Forrest Gump said in his movie; "Big 'ol FAT rain!") And it didn't stop there, I'm pretty sure that in between being hammered with those thimble-sized bullets of rain, I saw some hail bounce off of me, too.
The more asute of you will realize that when there is hail, it usually means drastically cold temps are sweeping in with the rain. And when I say "sweeping in", I mean high, whipping winds that were buffeting me about.
Good times! Heavy rain (and possible sleet), bone-chilling high winds, and I'm soaked from waist down. (Sounds like the intro to a porno...)
Anyway, in the long run, the weather gods let me off with a warning because by the time I was home, the mini-maelstrom had passed. I was still pretty damp, but at least I was able to see again.
Now each night when I get home, I head out to my mailbox to retrieve the day's bills (more good times). Today, however, I had something that wasn't a bill! It was a letter, from Lynner!! I wonder what it is?
She'd written "Do Not Bend" on the envelope so I assumed it was a photo that she'd printed out and was sending. But it didn't feel like there was a picture inside - that kind of paper is usually a bit thicker than normal paper. Now I'm starting to get intrigued...
Once I had tucked the bike in the garage and was inside, I set everything down and opened up the envelope. Nope, no picture inside, but there was a handwritten note, and..what's this little thing tucked in with it? It's a small square piece of plastic with some lettering on it?
I love old stuff like this! But what the hell is it?? Thankfully, Lynner explained what it was; it was a token for the VFW, good for 10 cents toward food or drink, and she said it was probably from the 1940's or 1950's! How frikkin' cool is that!! She sent it to me to add to my collection in my bar. Thanks Lynner! I definitely owe you a drink the next time I see you - which will be in 66 days, which she had also noted on her letter. :-)
All in all, a good day. A bit of a reprimand from the weather gods, but an awesome surprise from Lynner was waiting when I got home. I'll take a day like that anyday.
Ride Hard, Take Chances
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