This morning, I used what Daniel Meyer calls the "Wet Driveway Principle" - raise the garage door. If the driveway is wet, drive the cage. If dry, ride the motorcycle. What happens the rest of the day is up to Fate. This morning, the driveway was dry, so I fired up the scooter and set off. My lady wife met me at an eatery, we had a good breakfast, and the parking lot was still dry, so I proceeded to the regular Sunday coffee shop to meet with the scooter group. While I was there, The Storm set in. We were at the tables outside under the portico, so we had a front row seat for the lightning and heavy blowing rain. Impressive, but not a good sign for the trip home. As it turned out, the front blew through in only a couple of hours, and the trip home was in barely a sprinkle, so I was spared becoming Functionally Non-Dry, and the air temp was warm enough that I did not get cold, so not a bad trip at all. One of the others had to go in to work for a couple of hours, and apparently used the same logic that I did, so he was on his scooter, and was thoroughly wet. He had apparently called his wife, who drove in with a change of clothes for him.
One thing does bug me - I make it a usual practice to fuel up on the way home, not the way out, so that I start with a full tank, and go where I am going. Today I did not, so Red has about 30 miles worth of fuel now. This means that I will need to stop and fuel up when I next leave the house, and a fuel stop three miles from home on the way out will delay me, and cause a Disturbance in my Force. Ah well. A good ride, though, and good company.
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