My back seat rider asked where we were going on our weekly Saturday "date". I wouldn't tell her, but told her to put on her blue jeans and riding boots. She asked about the rain forecast, but I assured her it was just a 15 percent chance and was all far away from us. We only rode about 45 minutes to Washington, AR to eat at the 1832 vintage tavern and walk around the state park a while. Coming out of one building, it was POURING. Oops. We waited for that little shower to pass and decided to go back towards home. We made it 2 miles and it started up again. Pulled over and put on the Frogg Toggs that I assured her would keep us dry. Strike two. It POURED. It HAILED. And water ran down both of our necks, inside the Toggs, and soaked our upper bodys.
I guess I need to learn tricks to keep rain out. I'm glad she has a sense of humor though. Life would be bad without it. Best thing was we were passed by a Goldwing trike and a Polaris Slingshot while putting our gear on. Those 4 riders were in worse shape than we were.
I guess I need to learn tricks to keep rain out. I'm glad she has a sense of humor though. Life would be bad without it. Best thing was we were passed by a Goldwing trike and a Polaris Slingshot while putting our gear on. Those 4 riders were in worse shape than we were.