Kim, just thought I'd pass along an event from today's ride.
"Luggs" [not his real name] and I headed out of town south
and ended up on R63 just west of Indianola.
Just before the corner what had been a foggy ride
with an east wind turned into a drizzle
and then a full-blown downpour.
Big drops of rain that were bouncing on pavement
and hurting the face.
Close to some kind of hail.
Visibility that had been 1/2 a mile was down to less than 1/4.
I hesitated putting my foot down at the corner
as the flat pavement appeared to be covered
with an inch or two of water.
I'm really beginning to wonder at my sanity
and was about to confer with "Luggs" as to our next step.
We both figured as long as we were in it we might as well press on.
Some gent pulls up in a pickum up truck
and asks if we're getting wet.
Apparently it was dry in the truck or something.
Asks if he could give us a ride somewheres.
I swim over and tell him "it isn't a ride unless it's memorable".
Or so says the reverend.
(You don't have a copyright on that, do you?)
If'n I knew you were free Thursdays you could come along.
I think Fridays work for you though.
Cheerio, Keith [not his real name]
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note the use of memorable, not epic.
nicely done, "keith."
there's WAAAAAAY too much of this "epic" shit,
and most of them aren't, anyway.
as i've always said, if you're having epic rides,
you're not riding enough.
strive for memorable.
that's pretty damned good,
as "keith" and "luggs" can attest.