James Burleigh
Well-known member
I HATE commuting in the rain in the dark! Hate it. :angry:
Tonight I got caught coming home in a freakin' typhoon! Wind, rain, dark, high metal density of cars all around.... I earned my wind and rain merit badges. Worst commute leg of the winter so far.
Anyone who might think I'm a crazy SOB
: I was passed by, let's see now.... four motorcyclists (we're talkin' up between the lanes, BTW). I figure either I've got too much imagination about how quickly a cager can change lanes, or they've got too little. Anyway, God bless 'em. It's rain and cold that separates the Men/Women from the Boys/Girls.
Now...
it's bad enough that you can't see from the rain on your visor,
and that the inside of your visor starts to fog up,
and you're riding in 1st and 2nd gears for 15 miles on the freeway among a blinding sea of bumper-to-bumper headlights and brake lights,
and you're feeling a wee bit tense because you know all those drivers are distracted and wouldn't see you even if their windows weren't all fogged up...
But on top of it, even though your Widder 'lectric vest is pumping out the heat making your chest and vital organs feel like they're in front of the fireplace, and even though your Alpinestar boots have got your feet all dry and toasty, and even though your Alpinestar gloves are keeping your hands dry and warm (for most of the ride home), and even though you know you've got enough reflective **** on your bike and gear to see from outer space...
Even though all that great stuff is happening, you suddenly feel that cool, damp tingle right around the ol' [not that old! :glare: ] crotch. And then you think, "F**k! The 'Stitch has let me down again!"
Of course it takes a big freakin' rain storm before the walls of the castle are breeched, but nevertheless, c'mon Rider Wearhouse, what gives????? :angry2:
The Full Monty (ATGATT):
AchillesHeel Crotch:
Now THAT'S a Wet Crotch! :clapping:
Tonight I got caught coming home in a freakin' typhoon! Wind, rain, dark, high metal density of cars all around.... I earned my wind and rain merit badges. Worst commute leg of the winter so far.
Anyone who might think I'm a crazy SOB
: I was passed by, let's see now.... four motorcyclists (we're talkin' up between the lanes, BTW). I figure either I've got too much imagination about how quickly a cager can change lanes, or they've got too little. Anyway, God bless 'em. It's rain and cold that separates the Men/Women from the Boys/Girls.Now...
it's bad enough that you can't see from the rain on your visor,
and that the inside of your visor starts to fog up,
and you're riding in 1st and 2nd gears for 15 miles on the freeway among a blinding sea of bumper-to-bumper headlights and brake lights,
and you're feeling a wee bit tense because you know all those drivers are distracted and wouldn't see you even if their windows weren't all fogged up...
But on top of it, even though your Widder 'lectric vest is pumping out the heat making your chest and vital organs feel like they're in front of the fireplace, and even though your Alpinestar boots have got your feet all dry and toasty, and even though your Alpinestar gloves are keeping your hands dry and warm (for most of the ride home), and even though you know you've got enough reflective **** on your bike and gear to see from outer space...
Even though all that great stuff is happening, you suddenly feel that cool, damp tingle right around the ol' [not that old! :glare: ] crotch. And then you think, "F**k! The 'Stitch has let me down again!"
Of course it takes a big freakin' rain storm before the walls of the castle are breeched, but nevertheless, c'mon Rider Wearhouse, what gives????? :angry2:
The Full Monty (ATGATT):
Achilles
Now THAT'S a Wet Crotch! :clapping:
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