|No, the real lightening|
Darkness does not so much as surround me as envelops me in it's grasp. The night air is warm and inviting and calls me forward to ride more, but I keep an eye on the sky...I've been lucky so far but I know that my luck will not always hold out. I recently learned that "Tampa" is a deviation of an old Calusa Indian word "Tanpa" meaning fire stick and spoke to the amount of lighting strikes in the area. Or perhaps it means simply "place to gather sticks".
I've seen first hand what a lighting strike can do to a oak tree...I've no desire to become a human lighting rod.
Weather.com generally does not fail me, but today the 10% chance that I had to get rained on ended up having the decimal point in the wrong column. At first it was rather pleasent to feel the cool rain, then drive again into the heat...cool down with a light burst, then feel the humidity climb again. Then I road right into the full downpour, which lasted for a full 10 minutes. It's hard for me to resist the need to turn the throttle up and escape the rain, but I know additional speed results in additional risk and I still do not feel that comfortable on the bike in less than perfect conditions. I rode in however knowing I would get wet for that very reason. Learning never ceases.
In other news. Can you loan me $2100?
|From Cycle Exchange - Tampa|