tjkamper
September 14th, 2009, 04:19 PM
Well, when I left home this morning it was nice an clear. I had been watching the weather reports which had been ranting about rain all weekend so I was sure to grab my waterproof underliner and stuff it into my tank bag before heading out for the day.
I headed down to Provo and it looked to be a perfect day, but by the time I left Provo a large storm had alread crept over the northern corredor and I knew as soon as I het the highway I would get drenched. So I put in my liner zipped up hopped on and headed north for my office in Salt Lake City.
About five minutes had passed and I started to get a fine mist spraying over my visor which I easily managed to clear using the squigy on the index finger of my Scorpion Exo, Venom Gloves.
As I rode futher north the mist turned to drizzle and the drizzle turned to enourmous drops the sized of marbles. Water began to pool in the lowspots of the asphault. Soon traffic began to slow and there was a point when all traffic was moving at a 40 mph pace.
Soon I found myself entering the Salt Lake City area and the cool shower continued to pound the pavement. A cool breeze began to flow through the valley as I came ever closer to my destination. Though the wind was cold I never once felt it as my gear kept me warm and comfortable.
As I arrived to the parking lot at my office, Several of my colleagues and subordinates. Saw me ride in with a stunned look on their faces. One of my colleagues simply smiled and gave me a thumbs up.
I parked my ride dismounted and proceded to the front door, removed my helmet and then entered. I proceeded to my office passing stunned faces and sly comments about the damp weather.
Upon entering my office, I removed my jacket and unzipped my riding pants. quickly I hung them to dry and I immerged... Dry, Comfortable, Ready for another day, Victorious, Triumphant, having defeated nature, and my co-workers marvelled as I went out to do my rounds, as there was no sign of water, neither drop nor mist, and they could not believe their eyes.
I headed down to Provo and it looked to be a perfect day, but by the time I left Provo a large storm had alread crept over the northern corredor and I knew as soon as I het the highway I would get drenched. So I put in my liner zipped up hopped on and headed north for my office in Salt Lake City.
About five minutes had passed and I started to get a fine mist spraying over my visor which I easily managed to clear using the squigy on the index finger of my Scorpion Exo, Venom Gloves.
As I rode futher north the mist turned to drizzle and the drizzle turned to enourmous drops the sized of marbles. Water began to pool in the lowspots of the asphault. Soon traffic began to slow and there was a point when all traffic was moving at a 40 mph pace.
Soon I found myself entering the Salt Lake City area and the cool shower continued to pound the pavement. A cool breeze began to flow through the valley as I came ever closer to my destination. Though the wind was cold I never once felt it as my gear kept me warm and comfortable.
As I arrived to the parking lot at my office, Several of my colleagues and subordinates. Saw me ride in with a stunned look on their faces. One of my colleagues simply smiled and gave me a thumbs up.
I parked my ride dismounted and proceded to the front door, removed my helmet and then entered. I proceeded to my office passing stunned faces and sly comments about the damp weather.
Upon entering my office, I removed my jacket and unzipped my riding pants. quickly I hung them to dry and I immerged... Dry, Comfortable, Ready for another day, Victorious, Triumphant, having defeated nature, and my co-workers marvelled as I went out to do my rounds, as there was no sign of water, neither drop nor mist, and they could not believe their eyes.