How different the world is in the rain. Textures, colors, scents, all is different. Like dawn or dusk. I rode Vera in the rain just last Friday. I say rain, but is was a dry rain. For the first time in many moons, the fog was heavy. So heavy that the droplets condensed on Vera and rolled off onto her tank, dripping off her skirt onto her engine covers. Dry enough that my legs stayed dry well sortof, and mystic enough to recall that scene from the Twilight Zone (fog at the edge of town). Two wheels. Ahh. Peddle or throttle, don't we just love two wheels!
